You sit on the stairs, staring at the door and waiting. The grandfather clock in the hallway chimes the hour and you count the beats as it does so. Four AM. Once again your once-beloved wife is late from going out to meet someone and you know like so many other times she will return drunk and satiated and expect you to take care of her. This time, however, things will be different. This time it will be her taking care of you whether she wishes to or not. The worm, as she called you for the last six years of your marriage, has finally turned.
You can't say why tonight should be so different from the other times she's gone out to meet up with random men before. She's always treated you as a doormat and sought her pleasures elsewhere. Well, not always, you correct yourself. You were the one she sought pleasures in eight years ago. You were the lower class punk that the rich lady decided to pick up for a "bit of rough", escaping the humdrum safety of her high-class world for a tumble with someone not fit to lick her boots. She had been the best lay you ever had and you in turn had made her scream in orgasm all night long.
It wasn't just that though. You'd loved her intellect, her crazy humour, her refined elegance. You had fallen in love with everything about her and it seemed that she had done so with you. The passion had been intense, matched only by the searing heat of the rest of the relationship. Within one month you had moved from the run down, inner city neighbourhood you'd grown up in to live in her mansion well outside the city. She'd given you the best that money could buy and you'd given her the best that the heart had to offer.
Then you had married.
And things had changed.
It was slow at first. She became more demanding, less respectful. There were fights... well, you reflected, more like massacres since you had not retaliated but tried to appease her and make things right. Then one day you had found that she'd brought another man home and was fucking him in the bed you shared. You hadn't known what to say but when you'd tried she'd shut you down and somehow, through your love for her, you'd managed to justify it.
The last few years had gotten worse and worse. Now her attitude towards you could only be termed abusive. She expected you to do everything for her and offered only insults and even whippings in return. She had stopped having sex with you and started going out to find other men to fuck. In return, you'd only tried all the harder to please her. You hated this life but there was one strange thing that nobody, especially you, could deny. Despite all the rage and hate and vindictiveness you took, you loved your wife. She was still your angel.
But tonight you had snapped. Perhaps it was that she'd returned to the neighbourhood where she met you. Who knew? But you'd finally had enough and decided to turn the tables on her. And she'd made that oh so easy. Certain of your submissive compliance she had given you complete access to every bank account, every official document, every asset she had. Already while she had been out you'd ordered a few things to help you tame the bitch over the next few days. That was even discounting the many toys she already had that she liked to use on you. As you sat on the stairs, holding her own pistol and looking at the door, her favourite crop by your side, you knew your success was guaranteed.
Finally, the handle of the front door turned and you watched her stumble inside. |