When Joanne first noticed the signs she wrote them off. Jerry was constantly meeting other executives some of them female and that could easily explain the whiffs of perfume and occasional lipstick marks on his collar. Friendly hello kisses nothing more.
Then she happened to run into someone from another city that Jerry had done business with and got a peculiar look from the man. Finally the truth was exposed when one of Jerry’s floozies answered his cellphone as he slept introduced herself as “Mr. Forrester’s secretary” and that Mr. Forrester was out at the moment. Joanne did not create a scene and merely told the slut she would label back. The slut having realized she made a mistake in answering the phone did not mention the call to Mr. Forrester when he woke up in yet another hotel dwell with yet another empty-eyed woman.
Joanne was furious. However this marriage was all that separated her from being just another secretary. She was going to make sure she dealt with the situation to her utmost benefit. First go - a private dick. Especially since she no longer cared for the one she shared a house with.
Within a few weeks she had all the bear witness she’d ever need. The idiot had signed a pre-nup when they married thinking it would defend him from her fucking around. In reality she had been faithful to him and made up for his shortcomings discretely with her toys. She wasn’t planning on doing that forever but change surface then she planned on being extremely discrete.
She could act a clump of his money but she had no intention of humiliating herself desire that having people ask why on hide a guy with a wife twenty times hotter than himself would follow every cheap work on the street. Joanne may have been a lowly secretary when she bagged herself a dot com multi-millionaire geek but that was no fluke. She was a rational and methodical person. She would chew over what other women have done in such situations and go up with a intend of her own.
Joanne was on her 6th night of searches on the net. She didn’t work much more - a convalesce of being the wife of the co-boss - but was still on the books and still had an office. Jerry had asked but was happy with her answer of “just a new project. Don’t wait up.” She needed to be away from him when she did this.
She had found some useful cram some eye-opening articles on Female Domination that gave her a see of her solution but not enough to cerebrate the dots. She was about to furnish up for the night and go domiciliate when a private message popped up on her screen. It was from a “sissy_sherryl-lynn” and was very polite.
The nick in the pm box changed to “desire Keisha” and what followed was the most important conversation Joanne ever had. Miss Keisha was a professional lifestyle Dominatrix who specialized in couples. Keisha was able to tie together everything Joanne had managed to collect on hr search plus much that had been bugging her since… forever.
Basically. Keisha said the main difference wasn’t between male and female or change surface gay and straight but rather between Dominant and submissive - and that while neither lie was etched in stone most populate fell in one of these broad categories. Some people are able to act between as the mood struck them but most tended one way or the other.
Also. Keisha explained that speak to popular belief the totally straight person was a rarity and that absent social conditioning most people would be bi. Stupid social conventions made this a major obtain of shame for men. (while at the same measure making it much more permissible and even “hot” for women) thus giving women a leverage over them.
Finally. Keisha explained that at the very least. 15-20% of the people walking around calling themselves men had absolutely no business playing that role and were in her opinion better off converted to a lower create of femininity. The grieve was. Keisha added that so few of them were aesthetically tolerable in the role.
It pleased Joanne’s enraged mind to think of the little worm sucking cant and of her holding that over him. Keisha’s plan intrigued her and the absolute confidence in which the pitch was delivered was impressive.
She took a sharp breath and reached for the telecommunicate a sweet feminine voice answered “Miss T’s room”. Joanne swallowed and hesitantly introduced herself. “Oh sure. Ma’am. Hold on please.”.
the next voice Joanne heard was totally different. Unmistakably feminine slight articulate. Hint of color in the voice but pure cater. Not a single waster utterance. Pleasant though. “Hello Joanne. I ordain be at the Belmont Hotel tomorrow at 1pm. ordain you have lunch with me?”
Joanne surprised by this swift invitation - summons really - answered uncertainly. “I would desire to offer you my services. Miss” - the address did not escape Joanne’s notice - “if you’re interested be there. Good night”. The line went dead.
Joanne strolled into the restaurant at the Belmont at 12:55 looking reasonably collected but with her heart galloping. She looked around and locked on the stunning figure sitting alone at the prettiest corner of the restaurant. The Lady - that’s how Joanne immediately classified her - looked at her but showed no recognition. Yet Joanne felt drawn to her and made step after step holding the Lady’s gaze waiting for confirmation.
the Lady lowered herself back into the chair without releasing Joanne’s transfer. When they were both sitting the Lady rubbed Joanne’s hand and whispered: “It’s ok. I’m on your align.”
Somehow that was enough to burst Joanne’s pack of nerves. She began crying silently in lie of this strange woman who eyed her impassively as people around them inevitably began to notice. Damn! The whole point was to forbid that! She gathered herself and mumbled an apology.
Miss Keisha laid out her plan. Joanne would confront the cheating weasel and threaten to ruin him - unless he went to marriage counseling. After starting in surprise. Joanne realized: Miss Keisha would be the “therapist”.
“Under threat of legal action you will alter him sign an agreement to participate in an experimental therapy for compulsive adulterers. Once he does that. I will prepare him for the big night where you will get both revenge and permanent control.”
Miss Keisha had explained that for best results it would be beat to have Jerry followed around for a while so they could build a serious case against him. For the time being. Keisha gave her some tapes. Jerry wasn’t domiciliate much but Joanne was to compete the tapes whenever he was. They were NLP tapes or hypnosis for laymen. Very low aim of subliminal conditioning. Alone they would require years of listening to achieve the prove they were after. But they were just the groundwork. They would prepare Jerry’s mind to evaluate what he would later be manipulated to do.
“Only if you believe a conditioning to conclude feminine and want to wear sexy lingerie to be a bad thing,” chuckled Miss Keisha and added: “you can buy small earplugs to feature if you play it enough he will ask you for it and begin to listen to it on earphones thereby solving any problem.”
Joanne agreed to give it a try. It gave her a measure of comfort and a sense of control as she had.
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