Rae had never really seen herself as anything special. She was a stay-at-home mom, dependable and exhausted, loving but... flat. Her days were an endless carousel of meals, laundry, and wiping little faces. She loved her children and adored Peter—her sweet, hard-working, dorky husband—but lately, Rae felt like a paper doll version of herself. Weak. Bored. Powerless.
She didn’t want to feel that way, didn’t want to wither in her own life. Somewhere deep in her chest, past the humdrum of daycare pick-ups and grocery lists, a fire smoldered. A little ember of defiance. A little whisper: You were destined for more.
And one night, with their kids finally down, dinner cleared, and the two of them curled into the beige safety of their marital bed, Rae did something unexpected.
“Hey,” she said softly, nudging Peter’s thigh with her knee. “Wanna watch something different tonight?”
He gave her that familiar curious glance. “Like… different how?”
She pulled out her phone and flipped it toward him. On the screen was a paused video. The title was unmistakable. Wife takes control: Pegging her husband for the first time.…
