When my wife called and asked me to und to her mother's after the storm this week and clean up the debris from her garden, my first response was to tell her where to go. To my surprise, she didn't get angry like she usually does. "Would it make a difference if I told you it was an order?" she asked in what I call her bedroom voice, both soft and husky at the same time. My cock stiffened immediately. "An order?" I whispered, breathlessly, my throat tightening. I could almost sense her smiling on the other end of the line. "Yes boy." she laughed and my cock grew even harder "An order. Do a good job for Mum today and you'll be hearing a lot more of them, I promise you." "I'll leave immediately." I said excitedly. "Good boy." my wife replied and put the phone down. I had to wank myself off before I went out to the car or I'd have been too excited to drive. My wife had left me three months before after months of arguments about what she called my disgusting desire for her to dominate me. When I first told her I wanted to be treated more as her slave than her husband and described some of the things I wantedher to do, she called me a pervert and her opinion hadn't changed since. Her call, though, gave me hope that her mind was changing, that she was going to take me back and that I was going to live the life I had always dreamed of. On the long drive to her mother's house, I could think of little else than kneeling at Sarah's feet, licking her shiny black boots clean or putting on a frilly apron and waiting on her hand and foot. It's a wonder that I didn't crash or cumin my trousers long before I reached my destination.