Claudia and I had always been a solid couple, married for several years, united by love and mutual respect. In our early thirties, we share a deep bond built on trust and open communication. Yet, recently, a stirring desire began to emerge—an urge to explore something new. It wasn't that we weren't happy; rather, it was the thrill of the unknown that beckoned us. We had cautiously broached the subject during late-night talks over wine, gradually revealing our fantasies and curiosities.
Now, as I sat at the edge of the bed, staring at the blank screen of my laptop, I wrestled with the unspoken desire that had lingered in the back of my mind for months, years. My heart raced as I realized we were on the verge of something transformative. Claudia sat beside me, her fingers brushing against my arm, grounding me in the moment.
“I think it’s time,” she said softly, her voice steady but tinged with excitement.
I nodded, my throat tight with nerves. “Are we really doing this?”
She smiled at me, a mixture of warmth and determination in her gaze. “Yes. We’ve talked about it enough. Let’s see who’s out there.”
We had worked together to craft a carefully worded ad, one that hinted at our desires without revealing too much. We were searching for someone experienced—someone who could guide us through this new landscape, someone who understood the delicate balance of trust and control.
My fingers hovered over the keyboard, heart pounding, as I typed out the final words:
“We are a married couple in our early thirties looking to explore a cuckold dynamic. She is interested in exploring her submissive side, with a focus on BDSM elements and mind games. He enjoys the idea of giving up control, especially involving tease and denial. We are searching for an experienced and confident man who can guide us into this. If you think this sounds like you, get in touch.”
With one last breath to steady myself, I hit “Post.” The ad went live.
The first few days were a blur of messages. As expected, we received responses almost immediately—far more than we had anticipated. Some were direct, some crude, and others overly eager. It was overwhelming sorting through the flood of emails from men who claimed to be what we were looking for. But none of them felt right. I could sense Claudia’s apprehension every time we read a new message; something was missing in each one.
Then one evening, as we sat together on the couch, sipping wine and scrolling through yet another batch of replies, I came across a message that stood out.
“Here’s another one,” I said, opening the email. “From a guy named Richard.”
Claudia leaned in to read, her eyes scanning the message. It was different from the others—polished, confident, yet not overbearing. The tone was respectful and assertive, without any hint of arrogance.
“I’ve read your ad carefully. What you’re looking for requires patience, understanding, and experience. I’ve guided couples before, and I know how to maintain balance. If you’re interested, I’d like to get to know you both better. I look forward to hearing from you.”
A chill ran down my spine as I read it aloud. There was something about this message—calm and assured, yet with a hint of authority that made me feel both nervous and excited.
Claudia’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “He sounds... different.”
“Yeah, he does,” I replied, feeling the undeniable pull toward this man.
We exchanged a glance, the decision hanging unspoken between us. I could see the excitement in Claudia’s expression—the subtle mix of nervousness and anticipation mirrored in my own.
“Should we respond?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Claudia hesitated for only a moment before nodding. “Let’s see where this goes.”
Our response was carefully crafted, nervous yet eager. We thanked him for reaching out, explained that we were new to this lifestyle but felt ready to explore. We wanted to prioritize trust and communication, and I made sure to emphasize that while we wanted someone to lead us, our relationship would always come first.
After reviewing it together, I hit "Send."
A few tense minutes passed before Richard replied. His response was reassuring, commanding without being overbearing.
“I understand where you’re coming from. Trust is key, and I never push limits without understanding them fully. I’m interested in guiding you both—on my terms, of course. Let’s begin with establishing clear communication, and I’ll take things from there. But understand this: if you continue with me, you’ll need to be prepared to surrender control.”
The words “surrender control” sent a thrill through me. I glanced at Claudia, who stared at the screen with wide eyes, processing the implications.
“Do we want this?” she whispered, a mix of excitement and uncertainty in her tone.
It wasn’t really a question—it was a confirmation. We did want this. The weight of Richard’s words felt intoxicating. My heart pounded as we crafted our next message, agreeing to his terms.
“We understand. We’re ready to take the next step, and we trust you to guide us. We also want to be sure we have clear boundaries and safe words in place.”
It felt like we were crossing a threshold, a point of no return. The anticipation crackled in the air as I sensed Claudia’s excitement radiating from her.
The next day, Richard’s reply came in swiftly.
“I’m glad to hear about the safe words and about the fact that you already thought about boundaries. Before we move forward, I’d like to get a better sense of who you both are. I prefer to start slow—building trust and understanding is key. Why don’t you tell me a bit more about your relationship, your dynamic, and what you’re hoping to explore? This will help me guide you better.”
That evening, Claudia and I spent hours composing our response. We shared details about our marriage—how open we had always been with each other, how Claudia had been curious about submission for a while, and how I had recently found myself drawn to the idea of chastity and relinquishing control. We were nervous but excited about what lay ahead.
Richard’s next message came quickly, and this time, it was more direct:
“It sounds like you both know what you want, but you’re afraid to fully admit it to yourselves. That’s normal. What I offer is not just physical—it’s psychological. You both need to learn what it means to truly submit, to give up control. If you’re ready for that, we can begin. But understand this: once we start, I will be in control.”
My pulse quickened as I read the words. The thought of surrendering control to someone else—of allowing Richard to take over our lives in such an intimate way—was both thrilling and terrifying.
Claudia was quiet for a moment after reading the message, then a small but confident smile spread across her face. “I think he’s the one,” she said softly. “I want to do this.”
Her words sent a rush of adrenaline through me. I had known this moment was coming, but hearing her say it out loud made it feel real in a way I hadn’t expected. We were about to embark on a journey that would change everything.
With a deep breath, I replied to Richard, giving our final confirmation: “We’re ready.”
This marked the beginning of our journey into uncharted territory, with Richard guiding us step by step. As we exchanged more messages, he began laying out his expectations, setting the stage for what was to come. He promised that the process would be gradual, allowing us to grow into our roles, but he also made it clear that he would push our boundaries. It wasn’t just about physical submission; it was about mental and emotional surrender too.
The game was no longer theoretical. It had begun.
