Under Her Thumb (Pryde & jonathantrick)

Alexander nervously paced around the kitchen of his girlfriend's home, making sure that everything was in place; he knew what his partner expected of him and that it was always better to make sure that everything was spotless if he wanted to have an easy night that night. He bit his lip in concentration as he knelt down and scrubbed a stain on the floor, which was otherwise immaculate.

He had been living under the thumb of his girlfriend for a long time now, and had come to realise, just how mean she could be. She considered herself a feminist, and a long time he thought that was a good thing. But the stresses of living with a muscle-bound woman who considered herself a Goddess had taken their toll on him. Still, Goddess was the appropriate term, he thought, and he was far too cowardly to even consider falling out of love with her.

He considered himself a bit less extreme than his girlfriend. Heck, by her standards he was downright traditional in his fantasies. He knew that if she could get around his carefully-set passwords on his computer, she would find troves of porn that would make her sick. Given her views, how would he explain that he fantasised about women being tied up and tortured, and forced to cum while being degraded by powerful men?

As far as powerful men went, Alexander was not one of them. He was a fairly ordinary-looking man, and could not believe his luck whenever he looked at his girlfriend with an appraising eye, though she hated being judged on looks. She was muscular, yes, which would be a turn off for some, but for him he loved that she cared for her body. Not only that, but she was downright hot. She seemed to enjoy being with a less powerful man, it seemed, which was the only explanation for why she would be with him.

Alexander was not bad-looking by any means; he had quite long, brown hair, a fairly average body but no muscular definition. He was slightly shorter than his girlfriend in stature.

Realising he didn't have much time to spare, Alexander cursed and quickly got up, moving to the kitchen to finish cooking her chicken salad for the evening meal. He would prepare his own meal after she had told him that he had permission to. For some reason, it seemed right that he looked after her needs first.

Once dinner was ready, he nervously waited by the door, shifting his clothes, a white shirt and black trousers, immaculately pressed and stain-free, in the hope that she would find him attractive tonight.

Keisha was on her way home from a shoot, when she decided she would stop by one of the erotic boutiques, as it was a couple of things she had forgotten to buy the day before. It was about time she put Alexander properly in his place, since she knew now that he had been going behind her back, watching pornography and masturbating. It was disgusting, was what it was. Not only that, the stuff that he watched was everything that Keisha was against. Violent, graphical movies of women being subjugated, being forced to submit to the man, their sexuality in his palms. She had watched one of the videos she had found on his computer, and it had been absolutely horrendous.

She had thought about just confronting him about it that day, but she didn't think it was appropriate for him to get off the hook that easily. Oh, no, this was something that he would have to pay for, for a long time. By the looks of it, judging by the volume of material on his computer, he had been doing this for a very long time, the pervert. Ugh, she wanted to kick him in the nuts just thinking about it. To think that she had made love to him! Well, no more of that. Usually, they had sex a few times a week, since her libido was rather high, especially after coming home from a workout. But this week she had been refusing to give out anything, barely wanting to share his bed at all.

The only way for him to pay, to make this remotely right by her, was to suffer. Suffer the same way as those poor girls in those videos. She had watched instructional videos and read up on just how to do these things, as well as conversed a lot with the lady down at the boutique, as she had a slave husband. A lot of it sounded weird, but the more she thought about it, the more she was getting wet at the idea, to push weak, cowardly, creepy Alexander into the floor. Oh, it was going to be fun!

When she came home, she didn't meet his eyes, or even said hello, as he stood there waiting for her. Normally they would kiss, and talk, and he would be supportive of her, asking about her work and complimenting her on her figure. Now she knew, that had all been lies, in reality he hated women and wanted to hurt them. She doesn't appear to be in a talkative mood at all, blatantly ignoring him as she walks right by him. She sighed when she saw the table. She had no appetite at all. She was grossed out just being near him. "There's something we need to talk about," she said, and turned towards him, her powerful, toned muscles shimmering in the fluorescent light. "The stuff on your computer. Don't deny it. I want to hear you tell me what you've been doing on there, and for how long. I mean, what the fuck is wrong with you, hm! I thought I knew you, and then… well! What do you have to say for yourself?"

Alexander made a motion to go about the usual greeting and move in for a kiss, but quickly, he realised that she was giving him the cold shoulder. She was clearly upset about him, because she didn't even make eye contact. He stepped back, intimidated and a little sad, as she walked right by him without even giving him a thought. His voice was shaky as he asked. His eyes followed her as he weakly strode behind her, seeming to shrink in her powerful presence. Keisha was a muscular woman, bigger than him in almost every way. He knew she could even kick his ass and destroy him if she wanted. She was that much more assertive and dominant, the better half of the relationship for sure.

"What's wrong, dear?" He was quiet, weak, and a little shaky. He kicked himself internally for not being more assertive. He seemed like such a shrinking violet around her. Not like the men he had seen who could dominate their wives so easily. How come he was so weak? Why couldn't he just put his foot down? Maybe if he did, she would let him do the things that he saw in all of those pornographies he was watching. Why was he so addicted to the fantasies of male domination? Maybe it was because he had so little power himself.

He blushed as he followed her into the kitchen, and watched as she ignored the food he had worked so hard to prepare. So, he may not even be eating that night, as he would only eat after she had finished her food. He looked sadly at the food and at his girlfriend. Why was she ignoring him? Was she angry at him? What if she had found a way into the computer? Wouldn't that be impossible? His passwords were hard to break. He whimpered a little, trying to get her attention but getting none of it by his own terms. He looked down at his own feet in submission as he tried to be spoken to, to get something-anything-out of Keisha.

"Keisha..." He started, but then was hit by her questioning. The way the light reflected off her muscles and the way she was stood intimidated him. She was clearly preparing to make him feel ashamed of his actions. His whole world seemed to shrink around him. Alexander wished for a moment that the floor would swallow him up as he felt Keisha's angry gaze on him. He knew he was in trouble as she described his pornography back to him! How did she get past the passwords? His eyes widened and he stuttered as he tried to speak. Beads of sweat were running down his forehead and he felt like his throat was closing, as he felt a sad, ashamed ache in the pit of his stomach as his disgusting habits were told back to him like he was on trial.

"K-Keisha...I-I can explain...it's pornography, that's all. Fake, the models like it!" He stumbled over his words and stuttered through a weak explanation. "P-Please. I'm just curious. I know you're a feminist, I just...I wanted it. It's a fantasy. I'll delete the porn, I promise." He begged, knowing he was in for it big time. "I'm so sorry...I love you, please just give me another chance!"