I sometimes hint (primarily on Instagram) at the “female led..

I sometimes hint (primarily on Instagram) at the “female led” aspect of my relationship with my husband. It wasn’t something that we decided on consciously, and it usually only applies to the sexual aspect of our relationship. But sometimes, where there are unusual circumstances, it crosses over into our daily lives. Allow me to explain. I have almost unlimited power in choosing my lovers and the timing of my dates. I also can dictate other slightly less significant things as well, like having hubby be the camera man for a bull who wants a little souvenir video of our encounter. And hubby also knows that he’s responsible for keeping my pussy groomed to my bull’s preference, which almost always means a pre-date touch up (which sometimes a bull will want video of as well). He’s become quite the pussy shaver if any of my female followers need a hand with their prep work lol. And, as he did yesterday after work, he might sometimes be required to make an emergency trip to Victoria’s Secret to pick up a pretty new pair of date panties for my bull to see me in, if even only briefly. But these days, I’ve sort of also been taking charge of how he deals with his boss in his professional life as well. For two reasons. First off, Raef has been an absolute bully who is exercising an extraordinarily amount of abusive dominance over my significantly more timid husband, which for awhile was really pissingg me off. It’s in these types of instances where a more dominant wife may need to step in to help her husband navigate these trickier waters. So I have gently maneuvered myself into position to fully pacify my husband’s bully. And I actually think I’ve managed things quite well up to this point. For instance, bringing Raef into the fold at our club has definitely softened his stance toward my husband as of late. But even so, I think that there’s still some work left to do where this particular bully’s concerned. The problem with Raef is my motives may be somewhat blurred. Obviously I want my husband to be in good standing with his superiors at work, because what’s good for him professionally obviously also benefits me and our family. But if I’m being completely honest, helping hubby with his career is only about half of what I want out of this. The endgame, as you’ve probably concluded on your own, is getting my husband’s boss in between my married legs. Because only when I’ve converted him from my husband’s bully into my bull will my mission truly be complete. And one thing this little wife definitely knows how to pacify is a bull. But as always, there has to be a fucking wrinkle. The one here is Sanja. I actually really like her. A lot, in fact. So I have to figure out a way to do this that won’t threaten my blossoming friendship with her. There will be no going behind her back.