“I’m going to be happy with whatever you decide to do of course.” I heard him say. “See you in a little while Honey…”

 

God… Why did he have to make this so intense? I was just curious to experience being painted on… And… Well… Of course I wanted to see how the magic could take all my hidden desires and shape my body into the perfect vision I had of myself.

 

Who wouldn’t?

 

Now that I knew magic was real, I couldn’t pass this up! Especially since it wasn’t supposed to be permanent. Although… I had to admit that my own arousal may have clouded my judgment a little. I was caught up in the eroticism I saw all around me and forgot all about the situation I was in.

 

I fought down the pleasure from the previous command and tried very hard to remind myself that my husband had placed a spell on me to… To…

 

Make me his wife?

 

HHmmm…

 

Just thinking about it was making me dizzy. Part of me was clearly accepting my situation and I couldn’t tell if it was the magic pushing me towards fully embracing my husband, or if the magic had just unlocked my own desire to settle down.

 

I knew the magic had removed a good amount of the fear I felt earlier this morning and part of me wanted to feel it again. Something about that fear made sense and I still knew it was wrong…

 

I knew I should be afraid. But… I just wasn’t.

 

The waves of pleasures I felt didn’t help me at all. Obeying his command made me feel like I was being enveloped in pure joyful bliss. It made me so happy… So… Euphoric…

 

 

Oh god… I wanted to get up so bad. I knew the pleasure I felt would continue on if I obeyed his command! Maybe I could obey his command and watch myself change in the mirror. Maybe it would be best to obey right away and then see if my husband likes how I see myself.

 

He did say that he had no way to know if he would even like my self-image. A strong part of me was immediately seduced by the chance of gaining my perfect body in an instant. And not just for a few hours… 

 

If I waited for the paint to dry… It had a chance to be permanent…

 

I had worked so hard to become the alluring sexy version of myself I kept picturing in my mind. I worked out a few times a week and made a point to eat healthy by following a loose diet I knew kept off the excess fat I dreaded. 

 

But instead of sculpting myself into the feminine version I aspired to be, I ended up with a fit and toned body that was admittedly incredibly healthy, but wasn’t near the hourglass figure I dreamed of having.

 

Maybe I could have cheated and gotten the implants I would need to reach that goal… But I always figured it wouldn’t be… ME. So I never did.

 

This though… 

 

This was magic. Once the paints did their work, there wouldn’t be an ounce of silicone or Botox in my body. Everything would be… ME.

 

I just had to stay completely still for an hour… Maybe even less… And poof!

 

I would instantly be the alluring and sexy woman I always wanted to be…

 

 

But only if I waited like this for an hour… 

 

And then, I’ll move and go to the mirror to strike a sexy pose for my husband. The magic will increase my pleasure until I can't hold still and cum… 

 

Which will mean that the spell is going to be hitching a ride to my brain again. Erasing… Changing… Pushing me to be his perfect wife.

 

Oh god…

 

The pleasure I was feeling MUST be playing with my mind because part of me was insanely aroused at the idea of shedding away all my doubts and just stepping into his vision of me.

 

He said I was special… One in a million… A rare and unique person…

 

Even if this spell wasn’t pushing me to accept my husband, I knew that I would have wanted him to be more than just a one night stand. Our connection had been incredibly deep… Intense… 

 

I could easily see myself calling him again.

 

And over time… Yes… Maybe I would have fallen for him…

 

Has the magic just accelerated all that? Very probably…

 

I found myself lost in pleasure and endless questions. One minute, I wanted to move and prevent myself from being changed while the next pushed me to stay still and reach my goal. Part of me wondered about the type of ‘ideal’ marriage he envisioned. I had my own marital ideals and part of me wondered how much of it would change once the magic slowly took hold of me. Would I become some sort of Stepford wife? He said he didn’t want that…

 

But then again, I couldn’t help but come back to his comment: ‘Some docility on your part’ he said… Does that mean that I won’t be able to form my own opinions? Or that he just wanted me to respect his decisions regardless of my concerns?

 

Would I even HAVE concerns?

 

I was also forced to muse about the body I was about to gain as I felt a new sort of warmth and pleasure slowly erode my skin. Waves of intense heat and pleasure left behind tingles that made my hairs stand on end as the magic slowly concentrated on specific parts of my body. My imagination followed each sensation as I kept coming back to what I would love to look like.

 

What girl didn’t look herself over in the mirror and picture a few more inches there while shaving off a few more elsewhere?

 

Had I ever actively constructed a complete image of myself? No.

 

But now, I started to think back to all the times I had wished for my body to be different. All those little desires seemed to combine and a perfect version of myself was slowly taking shape. Each spike of heat and pleasure made me think about a specific wish I had about that particular body part. 

 

The eye color I wished I had been born with as I felt the magic tingle beneath my eyelids. 

The length and color of my hair as I felt like hot water was cascading don’t my scalp. 

The size and shape of my tits as I felt my breasts swell and my nipples harden and tingle.

The way I wished my ass would stick out as warm insistent heat enveloped it like it was tanning under the hot afternoon sun.

 

 

The conflict in my mind was very real…

 

But the temptation to gain my perfect body was just too great to resist. The fear of my situation had disappeared and as I held perfectly still and felt the pleasure and magic run its course, I came to the decision that I couldn’t escape or run from what was happening to me.

 

I wasn’t afraid anymore and nothing seemed like a good enough reason to push myself to ignore all these incredible sensations. 

 

So I wondered and waited…

 

“Well well well…” I suddenly heard as my mind swam in pure pleasure. “Looks like my wife has decided to try and make the changes permanent…”

 

I heard his footsteps move closer and I held my breath. Did this mean that I had managed to keep still for a whole hour?

 

“Now let me see what my new and improved wife looks like…” he said as he paused.

 

No doubt to admire my new body. Oh god… Would he like it? Would I?

 

“Exquisite…” he said softly, sending my heart fluttering. “I didn’t think you could improve on such a lovely figure… But I was dead wrong… You have exceeded my expectations Honey…”

 

My heart was beating so fast! 

 

“Let me just check the paint to be sure…” he said.

 

I felt him touch me in a few places and it just served to send my pleasure higher. 

 

“Good… You are dry! You can obey the command now. For better or worse, the paint has most likely changed your body permanently.”

 

 

I expected my muscles to be strained and painful, but for some reason, they weren’t. 

 

“Now before you open your eyes…” he asked as I felt his hands on my own. “I want you to have the full effect and see yourself as I see you. So, let me help you up and I’ll guide you to the mirror.”

 

That made sense so I nodded. His hands helped me off the chair. I immediately felt the paint crust and break as my skin moved and flexed. Oh yes… The paint was very dry! I had done it… I hadn’t moved an inch!  Which means that it would work…

 

He guided me to the left and gently stopped me.

 

“Now… Standing in front of you is the woman you secretly wished to become. I want you to know that I had no hand in influencing that image. That is not how the magic works. What you are about to see is the result of all your secret wishes. Hopefully you’ll love it just as much as I do.”

 

I heard him take a large breath, which prompted me to take one as well to try and calm my nerves.

 

“You can open your eyes now Honey…” he said.

 

 

Yes, I wanted to obey his command now. No sense in delaying it. I kept my eyes closed and smiled. I struck an inviting pose with my right arm behind my head and my left arm resting on my hip as I swayed it to the side to enhance the effect. I decided to push out my chest for good measure and opened my eyes.

 

What I saw took my breath away… Both metaphorically and physically.

 

I just had time to register the vision of sex appeal I saw in the mirror before an intense wave of euphoric pleasure washed over me. It felt similar to what I experienced in the kitchen, but somehow, it was far more potent. All at once, I felt like this crescendo of bliss and physically painful pleasure climb as my mind started to tingle.

 

I could almost feel the magic hitch a ride in my pussy as the tsunami slowly made its way along my skin and up my spine. My brain had no chance. I felt the pleasure crash in my skull as my clit and pussy started to throb with the same need and euphoria as if I was being licked and fucked at the same time.

 

I saw stars… 

 

I saw whole galaxies…

 

My brain tingled with exquisite pins and needles as the magic sorted through my memories and emotions…

 

Cleaning up my thoughts as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

 

I completely lost all conscious thought as I gave into the feeling. I didn’t even think to worry about what would be different in my mind once the wave would release my mind. I just surrendered to the magic and bliss…

 

Once the wave of pleasure had finally released me from their addictive embrace, I floated back down to my body and felt like I was being cradled in a warm bath…

 

I could feel the hot water move around my new body… I could feel a soft sponge caress the paint away from my sensitive skin… I could feel my husband’s strong back behind me as he lovingly held me close to him…

 

Wait… This wasn’t just my imagination…

 

I opened my eyes and smiled as I realized that I wasn’t dreaming. I WAS in a warm bath… I saw his strong arms around me and felt my loins moisten in response.

 

I was in the bath with my husband…

 

“Welcome back Honey…” he whispered in my ear. “I hope you don’t mind, but I went ahead and decided to clean off the paint...”

 

Mind? Heck… I didn’t even realize he had done it! I had completely blacked out.

 

“HHmm…” I moaned as I felt his hot breath on my ear. “That was… Intense…”

 

“It certainly was…” he said as he kissed the back of my head. “But that’s my fault… I got caught up in some work stuff and let the paint dry for a little longer than it needed to… I hope you aren’t mad.”

 

I smiled again as I grabbed his hands and made him hug me. 

 

“Mad? Why would I be mad? I wasn’t in any pain or discomfort… That paint of yours made sure I felt good as it did it’s magical thing on me.”

 

I felt him chuckled through my back and felt my heart swell in response. Ok… I was more than a little smitten with him. But really… Could you blame a girl for loving her husband?

 

His loving embrace was almost enough to make me forget about how I felt about magic before I met him. But I’m glad it didn’t. Magic was real and I knew that now. 

 

No… 

 

Pure logical knowledge didn’t explain how I felt in that instant. It was much more… Every fiber of my being seemed to be alive with that knowledge. With the possibilities… It wasn’t a question of faith or belief.

 

Magic was just as real as the water that surrounded us.

 

And that made me realize that the tattoo must have helped me see that. Feel it… Know it… 

 

“I’m glad…” he said. “So… If you are back to your senses… Are you ready to see your new body?”

 

“God yes!” I giggled!

 

He removed his arms from around me and placed his hands in that familiar triangle he had done before. My eagerness to see the results almost blinded me to the fact that the symbol he was making felt incredibly familiar.

 

Like I knew it from a past life…

 

He spoke a few words in the strange language he had used before to summon my wardrobe from my apartment, but this time, I felt like my mind could guess at the meaning behind them.

 

The words weren’t just made up gibberish!

 

It was something like… Mirror appear? 

 

I didn’t let myself wonder too much as a swirl of… magic… suddenly erupted at the foot of the bathtub. I looked in awe as I could almost see the magic take shape and open a portal.

 

I hadn’t seen or felt that before… Was this more of the tattoo at work?

 

Out of thin air, the full-length mirror from his studio appeared and hovered above the tub. I gasped as it angled slightly downwards and we could see ourselves in the soapy water…

 

OH. MY. GOD.

 

Was that really me?

 

Lying in the water between his legs was a perfect vision of sexual beauty. The woman, which was obviously me, had vibrant blonde hair that was much thicker and silkier than I had ever had. My usually hazelnut eyes were replaced by an electric sort of crystal blue that bordered on being impossible while my lips had become a little poutier.

 

And my chest…

 

My modest B cups had been swelled to huge Cs… Or were they more like small Ds?

 

I moved and checked out my waist and was astonished to see how slim and elegant it was. It didn’t look as hard and fit as it did before. It was basically the same yet… Softer… Smoother…

 

I trailed a nail on my tummy and realized that they had grown. I had always kept them rather short because of my job, but I had always wished to be able to have something long and fun!

 

Wow…

 

I turned and finally got a look at my ass!

 

It was so plump and round. Nothing too intense, but it was a far cry from the flat ass I had before. Working out as much as I did prevented me from having a nice curve to my butt, but this… 

 

This new ass made my figure look like a perfect hourglass!

 

Simply put… I looked stunning.

 

More than stunning…

 

“Before you ask…” he said in my ear. “You’ve been ‘out’ for a long while and the changes never lasted this long before. So… All these changes are very permanent. I can only change them if we paint you again and you decide to have a different image of yourself. So… I hope you like it.”

 

“Like?” I asked. “I LOVE IT!”

 

My hands started to caress every inch of my body as if to confirm what I was seeing was true. My ass was firm yet just as soft as my waist. My tits were simply sublime and perky in a way that defied gravity. 

 

My legs were as smooth as silk and it made me remember that I had always wanted to be free of the bother of maintaining them. My hand went to my pussy and I immediately realized how smooth I was.

 

No trace of the trim I had given myself the night before.

 

My husband chuckled at my questioning look.

 

“The paint can also do that…” he said as he traced along my thigh. “If you truly pictured yourself to be free of unwanted hairs… Then… Your body changes accordingly and you simply don’t HAVE any unwanted hairs…”

 

“The perfect self-images of myself…” I whispered as I realized what he was saying.

 

“Exactly…” he said as he kissed my head again. “And let me tell you that there is nothing more arousing than a woman that can’t see any flaws with her own body. The erotic confidence it generates would make any man lust for her…”

 

I closed my eyes as I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. I was perfect… No flaws… I had just become the perfect version of myself I had always dreamed of.

 

All because of my husband…

 

My arousal suddenly spiked as his hands continued to trace along my skin. I felt so sexy… So desired… It was like I could FEEL how beautiful I was to him. I moved around and bit my lower lip as I felt his cock flex.

 

“Arousing huh?” I asked as I turned myself to face him.

 

I could feel his cock harden against my new chest and licked my lips. 

 

“Would it be safe to assume that my husband would like to test drive his wife’s new body?” I teased.

 

A small part of me briefly wondered why I had said that, but that thought soon disappeared as the simple truth of our relationship flourished in my mind: We were happily married.

 

All my pesky doubts and questions had disappeared.  I was his loving wife and nothing in the world could tempt me to think that I didn’t want this man to be my husband. The connection I felt with him went well beyond arousal and romance. There was something deeper inside me that had been awoken.

 

Something magical…

 

I didn’t completely understand it, but I felt it all the same: We were MEANT to be together.

 

He smiled and grabbed both my ass cheeks. He squeezed them hard, making me revel in their new size as he pulled me up to his lips. The moment we kissed, my veins became alive with liquid lust. 

 

It didn’t take us long to be making out like horny teenagers. But… Something was deliciously different. Last night, the thrill of the adventure had pushed me in ways I was longing to feel when I decided I needed a break from my high-pressure career. But now… As my lips and tongue danced with his, I felt a new sense of erotic pleasure…

 

One you can only feel when you are kissing the person you love.

 

A sort of euphoric high that only comes when you are intimate with the man of your dreams… 

 

Your soulmate…

 

The rest of the morning was spent exploring my new body and all the pleasures it could yield. I was surprised to note that my skin and nipples were more sensitive to his touch. Was it my own desire to have a receptive and sexual body? Or was it the tattoo hard at work by making my husband’s touch alluring in a way I couldn’t resist?

 

Whichever it was, I also realized that I didn’t care.

 

I was beautiful… Sexy… And completely in love and lust with my husband. 

 

Nothing else mattered to me…

 

 

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Living in our quiet little suburb home with my husband is a dream come true!

 

Being the incredible man that he is, my husband didn’t tell me to move in with him or quit my career. He loved my creative mind and never assumed I would quit my job.

 

That was all my choice.

 

After that first weekend together, he had to create a new and powerful spell to cast on everyone that knew me so that no one would realize how I changed. It was incredibly taxing on him and I could see why he never offered to make the changes permanent to any of his other ‘canvases’. 

 

He was out for 2 days!

 

But it had worked and no one commented on my new look. It was like I had ALWAYS looked like a vision of erotic sexual beauty.

 

As for my work, I was astonished to find that I just didn’t feel the pressure I used to feel before we got married. I still worked my ass off and found the same thrill as before, but I wasn’t consumed by it. Not anymore.

 

The only thing that consumed me was the love I felt for my husband. The moment I left work, my mind would almost forget about all my deadlines and worries as I made my way to his home. My job felt like another life and as the weeks went by and I enjoyed the bliss of our marriage, I realized that I didn’t NEED it as much as I did before.

 

My job had become my identity, but now that I was happily married, I realized that it didn’t need to be.

 

I never went to my apartment anymore so I decided to sell all my excess stuff and move in with my wonderful husband. Of course, he had assumed that I would live with him, but he never ordered me to do it. He let me decide when I would be ready to move out and abandon my home.

 

Now that I know him intimately, it’s insane to even think that I had been scared of being his wife…

 

Living with him was so easy. He wasn’t the type to assume his wife would do all the chores and true to his word, we always split the house work. My knack for design came in handy as I took charge of our various gardens while he did most of the outdoor work. I was surprised to discover that he had a touch of OCD when it came to his home and always insisted on cleaning the house from top to bottom every other week.

 

I chipped in of course, but he never asked me to do it for him.

 

Just like he never ordered me to make him meals or wash the dishes. His initial rule was very true and when he cooked, I would wash the dishes and vice versa. 

 

I slipped into my new married life as if it had always been there waiting for me. Even when he took me out to meet some of his friends, I found that being happy and smiling wasn’t a chore. I just… FELT happy and smiled accordingly.

 

True, his desire to be the ‘man of the house’ wasn’t lost on me and the spell did help me to accept that his word was law. However, he always took the time to listen to my ideas and concerns. Even if he dismissed them in the end, I knew that he genuinely cared and listened to me ramble on about why I didn’t agree with him.

 

In fact, sometimes he even listened and changed his mind!

 

And the sex…

 

Fuck…

 

I don’t think I realized how much the tattoo actually linked us to each other. Not in the beginning anyway… Sex with my husband isn’t like anything a mortal woman can truly experience. It took me a while to realize why…

 

The magic gave me a direct link to his mood. To his arousal…

 

You know how sometimes, married life can get boring or dull? That maybe you are aroused and feel kinky when your partner just isn’t? It’s no fault of your own, but couples don’t always ‘click’ sexually every day of their lives. It’s quite normal.

 

But with my husband…

 

I can FEEL when he is aroused and my own libido rises up in response. And since obeying my husband brings me intense and unimaginable pleasure, I find myself eager to embrace that sudden arousal.

 

The more aroused he is, the more I WANT to please him and indulge him…

 

It’s so fascinating to experience. I could be minding my own business when I suddenly get this intense wave of arousal. Sometimes it would be because he is admiring me from the doorway… Other times he would be thinking about me at work…

 

Regardless of what I’m doing, I get all hot and horny for him. I can’t fight it. If he is horny, I am instantly just as aroused. The magic links us regardless and I discovered that I get a feel for what he is fantasizing about. No clear images mind you… But impressions…

 

Even his erotic dreams have a way of waking me up feeling incredibly horny and submissive. I remember this one morning when I became convinced he was dreaming about my mouth around his cock… 

 

Did I always enjoy pleasuring my man with my hot mouth? Of course! But just like when we make out, there is something deliciously different when I go down on my husband. It’s a good thing too because my poutier lips seem to inspire my husband quite a lot!

 

Don’t get me wrong though… The magic link isn’t one way. I’ve had the pleasure of realizing that my own libido and arousal could travel back to him as well. I remember this one afternoon when he had to work and I was alone in our house. I felt so sexy… So naughty… I decided to spend the afternoon pleasuring myself in the tub…

 

When he finally got home, I could immediately tell that something had gotten to him! He was so wild! My arousal had somehow ignited his own while he worked and when he finally got home to me, he couldn’t stop himself from ravaging me until I lost conscious thought…

 

God that felt so good…

 

Just thinking about it is enough to make my hand shake!

 

Which wouldn’t do if I wanted to finish my painting properly. Who would have thought? Here I am sitting barefoot on a stool in his studio painting away in a sport’s top and shorts with my white see through coat. 

 

What else am I going to do now that I decided to quit my job?

 

Yes… I quit my job a few days ago. 

 

I just had to. Not because he ordered me to quit, but because I decided it would be best if I did. I still had that drive to create and draw the concepts my mind constantly created so my husband made room in his incredible studio for me. 

 

I wasn’t as used to actually painting on a canvas, but I loved how the colors and designs came to life under each of my brush strokes. Plus my husband was an incredible teacher! Well… When we didn’t get overly aroused and fucked each other while covered in paints!

 

Why did paint need to be so hard to clean up?

 

I leaned back and stretched my lower back as I looked at my handy work. It wasn’t near the level of my husband’s work, but I was steadily improving.

 

“I’d go with the Van Dyke Brown for those bushes…” I heard him say from behind, which made me smile.

 

“I bet you would…” I said as I felt his arms wrap around me. “But I’m going with the chestnut regardless… I love how it plays into the other colors.”

 

He chuckled.

 

“Of course it does…” he said as his hands moved down to my tummy. “So how are you doing today? Any sickness?”

 

I smiled and looked down at my swollen belly. My hand joined his and I rubbed it lovingly as I felt the now familiar warmth that lay within my womb.

 

“None… I think the worst has passed.” I said as I felt him kiss my cheek.

 

“That’s good to hear…” he said softly.

 

It took me a while to understand why he had chosen me to be his wife. He had said I was special, but I had never asked. I didn’t put things together until I started to really feel the magic that lay within my husband. Just like the swirling magic I had seen in the bathtub, I started to really see and feel the magic he did around the house.

 

When I asked after a satisfying and somewhat magical fuck, he told me that I must be a descendant from a dead blood line of magic users. That somewhere deep in my soul, there was still an ounce of dormant magic. 

 

Which is why I responded so well to his pleasure spell on that first night we met.

 

And just like that, I suddenly KNEW why he had claimed me as his wife. The magic inside my soul made me incredibly unique and special to him. As the world of technology grew around us, the magic slowly died away and blood lines like mine died out.

 

It made my husband so depressed to know that his blood line and magic would die away and be forgotten. 

 

But not anymore…

 

I had magic… Dormant sure… But it placed me in the unique position of enabling him to have heirs.

 

Magical heirs… 

 

As his seed slowly grew inside me, so too did my own latent magic. Every day, I could feel more and more of it as the baby inside me grew. He had wanted to talk with me because I was alone and beautiful. Our talks pushed him to want to bring me home…

 

That much was still true.

 

He had tattooed me because he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to continue his bloodline, because he knew how rare it was to find someone like him.

 

Sure… He could have waited and ‘wooed’ me properly…

 

But…

 

As I caressed my swollen tummy. I felt the unquestionable love I felt for him and he felt for me…

 

I just didn’t care how he did it. I was just euphorically happy that he did.

 

Why? Because with the magic at his disposal, he could have taken me very differently. He could have made me into some hopeless thrall for him to use as a baby factory. But he didn’t.

 

Heck… He barely used his commands!

 

Sure, he still had his little quirks and he did make sure I would be submissive to him as his wife, but he was true to his word and never abused the incredible power he had over me. 

 

I decided to quit my job because I knew how important this child was to us both. I wanted to be there to nurture the product of our love through every step of its incredible life. 

 

And if I knew my husband at all…

 

I knew that this would just be the first of many…

 

Yes. He magically claimed me to be his obedient little house wife so he could ‘breed’ me. But the love he has for me has nothing to do with magic.

 

Even if it feels magical…

 

So why would I complain when I got everything I dreamed of as a young girl? 

 

I wanted to meet the man of my dreams and I have. 

I wanted to settle down and have children and I have. 

I wanted to gain a sexy and healthy body and I have. 

I wanted to make a name for myself as a talented architect…

 

And I did in my own way…

 

But now that the magic inside me is waking up, maybe I’ll find a new way to make a name for myself.

 

As my husband’s hands got a little bolder and I felt his arousal smolder, I couldn’t help but feel incredibly grateful to my husband for magically claiming me. The spell he had tattooed on my lower back made it possible for me to sit back and enjoy all the wonders my life could hold. It made sure I loved my husband in a way I had only dreamed and read about in romantic novels.

 

It also erased any fears and anxieties I might have about becoming a mother because my husband’s view about a perfect married couple included that. I already knew that the magic would give me all the patience and love a mother would need to raise our children with the utmost care.

 

Sure…

 

I became a slutty and obedient wife that effectively can’t refuse my husband’s desires as they magically become my own. 

 

But that’s my point…

 

They DO become my own so it never feels like I’m being forced to do or indulge anything when it comes to our sexuality. Maybe that means that I’m slowly losing myself to the magic that connects us, but I don’t really care.

 

Why would I when it feels so incredible…

 

My name is Taylor Menditto and I was once a talented and respected architect at a big firm. I was stressed and the pressure of constantly trying to push the envelope was exhilarating for a time. 

 

Now, I’m diving head first in the upcoming challenges of motherhood and being the stay at home wife I always dreamed I could be.

 

So far, this new career has only yielded amazing joy and pleasures one could only fantasize about.

 

All because my husband took it upon himself to magically claim me as his obedient and loving wife…