When was the last time you played a board game to trade sex favours? That was the idea when my husband planned for our Friday night sex a few years back. We were working on spicing things up, having finally gotten our toddler to sleep through the night. We could manage something other than a quickie occasionally and needed some inspiration. Our bodies may have been getting sleep, but our brains were still two years behind.

Each week we would take turns planning a rendezvous. Sometimes we found ourselves in a closet, on the hood of the car, in a hotel room. You see, I had bought a book called 101 Nights of Great Sex. There were ideas for him to plan and nights for me to arrange. Wherever the book told us to bump and grind, we did. Some were smashing successes, some—like the closet—were not to be tried unless you had a masseuse nearby.

The candles were lit, the kids were tucked in and the board game (the only game in the house that my husband consistently wins), Trivial Pursuit, was placed in the middle of the living room floor well away from the kids’ toys and other reminders of our little daily cock-blockers.

The idea was to play to three pie pieces and the winner got to enslave the other for the evening. My mind was racing with ideas. I had to win.

We played for what seemed like an interminable amount of time until we were tied at two pie pieces each. Tied. Maybe that’s what my husband had in mind?

“Honey, can you get me another glass of wine?” I said in my sexiest of voices.

My husband left the room and I did what any other tired mother of a toddler and a kindergartener would do. I read the answers to the next four cards in the deck. I didn’t have time to read the questions but felt confident I could muddle through. You know you would have too. I can’t be the only one to think of it.

Unsuspecting slave returned and I landed on the history pie square in two turns. Easily my worst category and it is the only class in school I ever failed. There was one answer that I had read with the name of some Russian I didn’t recognize. Please God, let it be the one about Churchill!

God had my back and I answered correctly. My husband was pleasantly surprised that I won even though he knew he wasn’t going to get to order me into that way-too-small lingerie set he bought me before we had kids and demand a contortionist take over my body.

There were so many things I wanted him to do. Laundry, dishes, dusting, making a dinner for the freezer all came to mind. I decided to compromise. I figured he went to enough trouble to get the evening off to a romantic and fun start I should win without thinking I was not really playing along.

“Pour me a hot bubble bath,” was my first request.

“Pardon?”, my husband looked amused.

“You heard me slave. Get on it.”

I got 20 minutes of quiet alone time while my slave drew my bath, poured a glass of wine for me, transferred the candles and dimmed the lights. I got 20 minutes of hot bubble bath in that peaceful setting knowing that slave would attend to the children if the need arose. He got to see me naked. Think about me naked. I even let him wash my back and maybe other bits too. Don’t think it didn’t work out for him.

“Slave, fluff my pillow.” I finally requested.

“Yes master. Anything else?”

He never got a response. After a hot bath and an even hotter dry off, I was fast asleep. Do I feel guilty for cheating? Not a chance! Did he feel cheated? I am sure he got what he was looking for and he didn’t find it in the closet.

Kristine Laco

Kristine Laco shares the stories we all have with a splash of sarcasm, a pinch of bitch and a ton of wine at Adulting In Progress dot com. Her middle finger is her favourite and she lives by the motto that if you are not yelling at your kids, you are not spending enough time with them. She takes selfies at the gyno. Taco Tuesday is her gospel. Reality TV is real folks. She is making turning 50 a job because she doesn't have one.


  1. Making your husband a sex slave is very fun and surprisingly easy. The key is orgasm control. Have sex with your husband but do not allow him to finish every time. They can’t help how they feel after orgasm. It is all in the chemicals.
    Mine has become more loving and helpful around the house since I have started demanding attention without allowing him any. He comes to bed and pleasures me and when I am done I tell him to cuddle me until I fall asleep.
    I have caught him trying to take matters in his own hand. I know from the change in attitude when he has done this. He is not allowed to pleasure himself but I am.
    I can’t tell you how rewarding this is. Look at it this way: If you only feed a man once in a while he is always hungry, if you feed him all the time he gets fat, lazy and doesn’t appreciate the food as much.

  2. Anonymous

    It is called female dominance or female led relationships. Both Diane and Kristine are very smart woman who men will obey if you let them. From a guy’s stand point the only way this doesn’t turn out if if the Woman doesn’t know what she wants. It is hard to obey someone that can’t make a decision.

  3. maidangela

    I have worked as a general maid for a strict mistress. I have had to make beds, clean rooms. help to prepare meals. On one occasion my mistress had 3 guests. I helped prepare the meal then waited at table standing my the wall while they enjoyed the meal When I served the coffee and brandies I went back to my place only to be told to face the wall which I did. They carried on drinking and talking for about an hour while I just stood without moving/ when they decided to retire to bed I was told to clear up. wash up and lay the table for breakfast and be n the kitchen by 7.30 to cook and serve breakfast. Nobody actually arrived until 8.30. It was one of the most wonderful evenings of my life

  4. When I read your comment I was very intrigued so I showed it to my wife. She only laughed and said that mostly women want to get it over fast and not letting the man orgasm would only make it so he was always horny. Way too much work according to her.
    I have to admit, I was disappointed and hurt. She has never been all that sexual but I thought at least she enjoyed it. This all happened last year when this post came out. I just happened to run into it again.
    Since that time our marriage has broken up and I feel this made it come to a breaking point. Every time we had sex afterwards I would think of her comments. Then I started faking my own orgasms, she didn’t notice. Before I would occasionally masturbate but then I stopped that too.
    A few months went by and I found myself wanting so much to please her and I tried everything. She had always seemed to enjoy receiving oral so I took every opportunity to do that for her. She would go thru the motions but deep down I knew our sex life was over.
    Then one day I happened to be near where she worked around lunch time. I was going to surprise her by showing up and asking her out for lunch. Just as I was pulling into the parking lot I saw her car pulling out with a guy sitting next to her.
    I knew she went out to lunch with co workers but somehow I knew it was more than just food on their mind. I followed and sure enough they passed right by any places to eat and pulled into an apartment complex, got out and went in.
    I waited a few minutes and was going to storm up to the door and bang on it. I walked up, twisted the door knob and it was not locked. I pushed the door open and there right in the middle of the floor was both their clothes. I could hear music coming from the bedroom but it wasn’t loud enough to drown out the banging of the bed against the wall.
    I guess I was in shock, I didn’t even feel anything. I went to the bedroom door which was wide open and looked in. Sure enough there she was on all fours holding onto the headboard while this guy was ramming her from behind.
    I waited until they had finished, a few grunts from him as he let go inside of her. A few seconds later he pulled out and I had a clear view of his erection, no condom.
    It was then he turned and looked at me with this totally wide eyed shocked expression. I had met him and his wife at a company party a year before. I had always thought his wife was hotter than he deserved and in truth a lot hotter than the slut he had just screwed.
    She turned sat down and looked at me. Her face was blank, almost like she wanted me to catch her. I wondered, did she see me in the parking lot and decide to let me know?
    I stared into her eyes for a second but their was nothing there. By that time he was standing, trying to pull his pants on and zip them up without getting his dick caught. I said he want her, keep her and walked out.
    I went home, packed and left. We are not completely divorced yet but soon. Now the good news, I met this fantastic woman and she is so into whatever sex I want to try. Yes, I know she has had a lot of lovers, some I know.
    We are into our third month of orgasm denial for me and it is working out fantastic! I guess I have to thank this post and story for what I consider to be the happiest time in my life, I dropped the sexless baggage of my ex and found a woman not afraid to open up to new things. So if you are a guy and the woman you are with isn’t mature or willing enough go out and get one that is!

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