I felt nervous—terrified, actually—yet also incredibly aroused. My heart thundered in my chest. Was it confirmation that I was doing the right thing? It was an unthinkable, enormous step beyond the comfort zones of my carefully calculated life. I had meticulously planned for this moment yet wondered if I could let it happen. Then I did. My husband looked at me in stunned surprise, caught completely off guard by the gift. His wide eyes locked onto mine, studying my face to see if it was true. The look on his face confirmed everything I had hoped. Now that it was given, there would be no taking it back.

“Are you serious?” he asked.

“Aren’t I always?” I answered with a nervous smile.

My husband and I were celebrating our tenth Christmas together. We met and fell in love in college. Our friends were all surprised by our relationship – an obvious case of opposites attracting like neodymium magnets. I was quiet and focused; he was social and versatile. I dressed conservatively and avoided the party scene. He showed off and was the life of any party. I was a nerd; he was dynamic. I grew up in a small traditional town in the Midwest; he grew up on the beaches of Southern California. I was drawn to his strong, friendly personality. He was drawn to my quiet focus and clarity.

Our sex life accentuated our personalities. As good as it was, my preferences made our sex predictable. My husband always honored my prudish boundaries even though we both knew his desires spilled beyond them. As much as he wanted his other sexual desires, he wanted me more. It was time to give him both.

My gift was unimaginable. I rebelliously broke with the required tradition of attending my family’s annual Christmas gathering by surprising my husband with a romantic trip to Vail. It was only the beginning of the gift. The plate glass wall at one end of our room overlooked the picturesque, crowded courtyard with the ski slopes behind. It was Christmas Eve.

We began our evening with a fancy dinner nearby. Unlike my usual conservative clothing covering my full, firm tits, thin waist, and long legs, I put on a sexy red dress to show them off. We returned for a romantic evening. The fire roared in the fireplace. Fanciful snowflakes danced as they fell outside. It was all so dreamy. We decided to open one gift to each other that night, leaving the rest for Christmas morning. I only had one gift to give him. It was priceless, but it didn’t cost a dime.  I opened his gift to me first. It was a small package, elegantly wrapped. Inside was a beautiful tennis bracelet. It took my breath away. I gave him my small gift and waited nervously for him to unwrap it.

After opening it, he looked up at me quizzically. It was a tiny gold key tucked in a small black velvet bag with a draw tie.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“It’s a key,” I answered.

“What’s it to?”

To his surprise, I stood up and pulled my short dress up in front. I was completely naked beneath, except for the shine of a tiny new gold lock piercing the top of my pussy. With my priggish background, any piercing would shock my husband. A piercing to decorate my bare intimate folds was inconceivable and hot as hell. “You like it?”

“Uh, um, uh, fuck, yes,” he said, stammering for words.

 “It’s symbolic but genuine. It’s yours. I’m yours.”

“You’re already mine,” he said. “You’re my wife.”

“That’s true. I’m still your wife, but now in a new way. I haven’t been yours like you deserve or want. That changes tonight. Starting now, there are no limits. I’m your wife, and now, I am your sub. There isn’t anything I won’t do for you sexually. Anything. My body is yours to enjoy, own, and use.” My heart pounded as I heard the words come out of my mouth.

“You don’t have to be my sub,” he said, still in disbelief but looking lustfully at my almost naked body. I could feel my pussy getting wet from arousal, seeing the greed in his eyes. My pussy glistened below my new piercing for him.

“I’ve thought about this, Sir,” I answered, using a name for him that I’d never used before. "For ten years, I’ve held back. That changes right now. We’re all slaves to something or someone, right? Some are slaves to their work. Some are slaves to what others think about them. Some, like me, have been slaves to pleasing their parents or living up to social constraints.”

“True” he answered, nodding in agreement.

“If I’m going to be a slave,” I continued, “I want to be your slave. From now on, our sex life isn’t going to be limited by what I won't do; it’ll be defined by what I will do and, more importantly, anything you want.”

“Fuck, that’s amazing, Baby. Anything?”

“Anything, Sir. I just have one request,” I added. 

“What’s that?”

“Don’t disrespect me by holding back. Make me your slut. Let me prove the limitlessness of what I will do. Push me. I will never say no. I want to make your wettest, darkest dreams come true. I’m going to take your fantasies to another level. Promise me.”

“I promise,” he said, marveling at the small velvet bag in his hand. His cock was noticeably hard and moving in front of his pants. 

“I’m drenched.”

“Show me,” he ordered.

My body swayed to the music as the fire crackled in the fireplace. Sheer lust ignited within me. I proudly seduced my master with a sexy striptease, letting my dress drop to the floor. I was on full display for him and the growing crowd below. My husband smiled boastfully as he took in the astonishing, sultry spectacle. It was only the beginning of what became his perfect, limitless gift.