Tales of the Melandren Corporation - Chapter Two (Patreon)

Larry looked over at his wife as they drove.  The sun rippled through her perfect blonde hair.  It was always amazing to him that she did not understand how beautiful she was.  

“So…”

Sydney smiled at him, the sun-light behind her like an angelic glow.

“…hm?”

She was a million miles away.  He wondered what she was thinking.

It had been two months since he had confessed to her his hidden secret.  Two months since the long awkward conversation.  She had tried, bless her heart, but she was just not very GOOD at it.

“…do you think…”

He trailed off.  It was so hard to talk about this stuff.  She was so sheltered and innocent.  It was one of the things that drew him to her in the first place.  Naive innocence.  But any hope he might have had of her being good at dominant role play… well that was long gone.

She laughed, an almost girlish giggle.  

“I DO think, yes…”

Larry laughed too.  He had trailed off lost in his own thoughts.

Two months ago, he had told her his fantasy.  Shown her his little box of sissy outfits and accessories.  She cried.  He cried.  And then they talked.  

Sydney was so sheltered, that none of it made much sense, but she did ask questions.   So many questions.  An uncomfortable amount of questions.

And it led to him dressing up for her.

Her giggling laugh as he stood before her in his French Maid uniform was the most humiliating (and arousing) thing he had ever experienced to that point.

But while she helped him a time or two with makeup and grooming, she would never dominate him like he wanted.  He bought her a cute little bell to ring when he wore his lovely maid outfit.  But she would keep getting up to get her own drink, or to get a blanket from the bedroom.  She would never criticize him or tell him what to do.  He had to tell her to spank him.  It was all so infuriatingly frustrating.

She was the most attractive woman in the world, accepting of his fetish, and perfect in every way but one… but that one thing….. he wanted it.  He needed it.

“…do you think this is a stupid idea?”

He was really feeling insecure about the whole concept.  On paper, a weekend class to train female dominants seemed like the perfect idea.  Now that they were actually doing it, however…

She nibbled her lip while looking at him.

“It’s not stupid, sweetie,”  she put her perfect hand on his leg as he drove.  “I want to make you happy and if this is what you need…”

He chuckled, shaking his head.

“I just think if you learned how to enjoy it…”

He looked over to catch her pondering this statement.  

“I don’t know.  I understand the silly outfits.  I do.  Dressing sexy is fun.  I like to do it sometimes too.  I just don’t understand why you need me to make you do it…”

She trailed off, drifting back into thought, the sunlight dappling again through her honey-tinted hair.

“I can’t explain it,” Larry mumbled.  It was like a circular conversation from hell.  He only hoped that after this weekend, she would at least grasp what made it arousing to him.

They drove in silence, until the voice of the navigation system broke it.

“Turn left onto Polarina drive and you have arrived at your destination.”

“Almost there,” he said as he turned into the long asphalt straightaway.  

“Are you nervous?” Her voice had a trace of that same amused giggle in it.

“No,” he said.  It was a lie, his heart was beating like a hummingbird.  This suddenly felt very weird and naughty and stressful.  “Are you?”

She put her hand on his leg again.

“Yes.”

Ahead of them, the Melandren Corporation loomed like a Japanese movie monster.