It had been over a year since you and him had gotten married. It was the most exciting day of your life, and you imagined your life would be bliss from that moment on.
Everything changed when she came into the picture. Miss Isabella captured your husband eyes, and anytime you tried to express your concern to your husband, he wouldn't listen. Miss Isabella was perfect and your husband was caught on her every word.
When you decided to confront her, things went wrong almost instantly. You cornered her at work and told her to stay away from your husband. He was yours. She had no right to him. She could see the tears welling in your eyes, and smirked.
"You want me to stay away from my boyfriend?"
"What?" You felt your heart sink. "Boy...boyfriend?"
"Yes." She smiled, caressing your cheek. "We've already fucked." The word sounded horrible on her lips. "He didn't want you to know though because he loves you."
It was like your world was falling apart. They fucked. He loved you though. But they fucked. You clenched your fists. Of course they fucked. Of course he'd want her. She was beautiful. Charming. Sophisticated.
"I don't care." You said. "Stay away from him." You pressed her against the wall. "I swear if you don't..." Your arms were shaking.
"Let go." She commanded. You let go. "Look at me." You met her gaze. "Good girl." You smiled.
Suddenly, she slapped you. You stumbled back, clutching you cheek.
"Never touch me again. Understand."
"Yes. Sorry." You dropped your gaze to the floor and rubbed your cheek.
"I was trying to be nice because your my lover's wife, but if you can't act with respect, I'll have to discipline you."
"What?" You were confused.
"Obviously, we work together so you'll have to wait till we get home."
You stared at her in shock. This women, sleeping with your husband, was now claiming your home as hers.
She smirked. "Well, now that you know me and your husband are lovers, him and I no longer need to be sneaking around."
"Since I am superior to you, you have a choice. You can either serve us or leave."
"I am his wife, you should leave..." She glared at you. "If you please."
"Listen, I know it's going to be difficult, but there are going to be some changes at home. The sooner you learn to accept them the easier it will be for you."
"Good." She said smiling. "From here on out, you will refer to me as Miss Isabella. We are not friends or equals, I am your superior."
"Yes Miss Isabella. Sorry Miss Isabella."
"Good girl." She said, caressing your cheek. Pride wound through your chest at her praise.
Miss Isabella was right. Things did change, and they changed fast. You had to move out of the master bedroom to the guest room. Sometimes, if you were good, Miss Isabella would allow you to see her give your husband, now known as Sir, a blowjob, but she never let you witness much more.
You were fully and completely their servant.
