<p>“I’ve had a stressful day at work,” your wife texted a little after 5pm. “You’re going to serve your goddess tonight.”</p><p>“Of course,” you replied. “It will be my pleasure to serve, as always.”</p><p>Most nights, your marriage is like almost any other. You and your wife come home from work, talk about the goings on of your day over dinner, and then spend the rest of the evening watching TV, catching up on a little email, and, once or twice a week, having sex after a bit of fooling around.</p><p>Every once in a while, though, your marriage becomes quite unlike most others. It’s almost always on a night when your wife has had a particularly hard day at work. She’s climbing the ladder at a law firm and sometimes things get a little stressful. Today is one of those days, which is why you’re going to spend the night serving your goddess.</p><p>You rush home after receiving her text. You drop your things in the office and head to the bedroom. You strip from your work clothes, carefully hang up your tie and jacket, and retrieve your chastity device from the nightstand. You lock up your cock – your wife doesn’t want your dick offering any sort of distraction on goddess nights – and you proceed to the living room wearing only the chastity device.</p><p>You retrieve the expensive whiskey from the liquor cabinet and head for the kitchen where you grab your wife’s favorite rocks glass, drop two big square ice cubes into it, and fill it three quarters of the way with the pricey booze.</p><p>With the drink in hand you head back to the living room, put the whiskey bottle away, grab a coaster, and place the glass on the coffee table. You head for the front door and await your wife’s return from work. She arrives – as expected – just a few minutes later. You open the door and step aside as she approaches. Your wife says nothing as she blows by you and drops her laptop bag on the floor. You shut the door and follow her into the living room.</p><p>You remove her suit jacket without having to be told and fold it over the armchair near the couch. You note that your wife’s ass looks particularly good in her skirt and then she hikes it up over her waist, sits on the couch, and spreads her legs.</p><p>You pick up her drink, drop to your knees, and hold it up as you say, “Welcome home, goddess.”</p><p>She takes the drink from your hand and reaches down to pull aside the exceedingly sexy black lace panties she wore to work that morning. You take your place between her legs, she puts a hand on the back of your head, and you go to work on her pussy.</p><p>She lets out a deep sigh and says, “It’s nice to come home to a man that knows his place.”</p><p>You feel the first surge of desire between your legs. You manage to stifle the groan that wants to escape as your cock comes to life in your chastity cage, causing a small amount of pain.</p><p>“Mmmm, baby, eat that pussy,” she says. “Make me feel good. Make all the stress go away. Eat my pussy like a good boy.”</p><p>She applies gentle pressure to the back of your head, just as she always does when you’re making her feel good. You look up to see her eyes closed and a smile on her face. She leans back and takes another sip of her drink.</p><p>You see the stresses of her day start to melt away. Her shoulders relax. The tension in her neck and forehead slowly disappears. You feel juices begin to seep from her pussy as she lets go and embraces the pleasure your tongue provides.</p><p>She opens her eyes and looks down at you. “You know, sometimes I understand why so many men want to takes us back to the 1950s. It’s awfully nice to come home from a hard day at work to a spouse that wants to do nothing more than make me feel good. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want to do whatever it takes to make me feel good, don’t you?”</p><p>You nod. You’re always willing to put her needs above yours on goddess nights.</p><p>A satisfied smile slowly crosses her face before she says, “Sometimes it’s nice to be a woman that makes more money than her husband. Now make me cum, baby. Worship your goddess and make me cum.”</p><p>You’re a teacher and she works at a law firm. She makes a great deal more money than you – and the gap will only grow as she continues to work her way up to partner – but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You like the lifestyle that money affords you. You like the vacations you get to take. You like the car you get to drive. You like all of it.</p><p>You’ve even grown to love goddess nights. You didn’t at first. You reacted like most men would. You rebelled against the idea that it was your place to tuck all your needs away for an evening in the name of servicing your wife. You didn’t think it was fair that she insisted you worship her as your goddess just because she made more money than you and had a far more stressful job. She won, though. You did it that first night. You wore the chastity cage when she introduced it a few months later. Two years have passed since that first night of goddess worship and now you wouldn’t have it any other way. You don’t want her to be stressed at work, but you’ve come to crave these nights.</p><p>“That’s it, baby,” she says as her hips begin to move. “Worship your goddess. Worship my pussy like a good boy. Worship me from your knees.”</p><p>She sips her drink and looks down at you. She smiles in that beautiful, dominant way you love so much. She seems to ooze power from every pore on these nights and you’ve grown to love it.</p><p>She grabs a handful of your hair and her hips move faster. She’s getting close. She begins to rub her pussy over your mouth. It’s almost as if she’s fucking your face. It’s the same every time. When she gets close, she takes control. She uses you as a toy.</p><p>She smothers you with her pussy as she cums. She bites her lower lip and her body comes to a complete standstill for a few moments before the pleasure explodes out of her. She grunts and groans and holds you against her pussy, covering your face in her juices.</p><p>Then she releases her grip on your hair, takes a long sip of her drink, and looks down at you with a hazy smile on her face.</p><p>“I made a mess of your pretty face,” she says. “Go clean up and get dinner started while I finish my drink.”</p><p>You stand and turn towards the bathroom. She leans forward and gives your naked ass a smack. It hurts and you grab it. She laughs and you look back to see your wife pulling her skirt down and grabbing the remote. She turns on the news as you go to clean up your face.</p><p>“Don’t forget to wear your apron!” she calls out.</p><p>You wash her pussy juices off your face, dry yourself with a towel, and head to the kitchen. You open the pantry and grab your apron. She bought it for you a few months ago. She likes it when you wear it without anything else on.</p><p>You open the refrigerator and survey the options for dinner. You’d rather keep it simple, so you decide on pasta with olive oil and garlic. You’ll add a little grilled chicken on top, serve it with a glass of red wine, and make your wife delightfully happy.</p><p>You head out to the backyard to fire up the grill and return to prepare the chicken. Your wife steps into the kitchen as you pull out a cutting board. You look over your shoulder and see her smiling at you as her eyes wander over your body.</p><p>She sets her glass on the kitchen table and approaches with her eyes fixed on your ass. She grabs two handfuls of your flesh and presses her body against yours. She kisses your neck and whispers, “You look so good in your apron. You look good in the kitchen, too. Almost like it’s where you belong.”</p><p>You can’t help but find it thrilling. You love it when your wife asserts her power. You love that she’s gotten more comfortable doing so since she initiated goddess nights. She seems to find greater pleasure each time she takes control for an evening. You find it increasingly pleasurable, too. You like that she seems keen on pushing you to embrace what was once thought of as the female role in the marriage. You know it wouldn’t work all the time, but every once in a while the change of pace proves thrilling.</p><p>“Now I know how a man feels when he comes home to a lovely wife making him dinner,” your wife says as her hands move to your chest. She runs her fingers over your stomach and between your legs. She rubs the little bit of flesh that has escaped from the tip of your chastity cage and you groan.</p><p>“Seeing you dutifully cooking for me in your cute little apron…it makes me want to fuck you,” she says with an intense sense of lust in her voice.</p><p>Your wife grabs your hips and pulls back. She grinds her pelvis into your ass, just like you’ve done in the past with her. You can’t help but feel submissive as she expresses her rather masculine lust.</p><p>“In fact, I think I am going to fuck you,” she says. “Stay right here. Keep preparing our dinner. I’ll be right back with a nice cock to fuck you with.”</p><p>She means her strapon. She introduced it to goddess nights four months ago. It was the next logical step, she said. You’ve only taken it a few times, but your wife always cums hard when she uses it on you.</p><p>You return to preparing dinner, but all you can think about is what’s coming next. She’ll return wearing her cock. She’ll step behind you once more. You’ll feel it pressing against your ass cheeks. You’ll feel it work between them. You’ll feel it enter you. She’ll fuck you from behind because it’s what she wants. She’ll take what she desires from you, and in doing so she’ll make you feel the sort of submissive pleasure you’ve come to crave. She’ll make you feel better than you’re even willing to admit to her.</p><p>Soon enough your wife will be fucking you over the kitchen counter. For now, you’ll continue to prepare dinner like your goddess desires.</p>