Chapter 3 - troy's fantasy

Reluctantly, Emma got on the plane and slipped into the waiting car at the airport. Then, she greeted Troy cooly as it pulled up at a large, empty ranch they now owned.

Troy showed her around the huge farm house first and explained to her how he pictured them spending their time in the oversized rooms. Emma tried not to react in any way. She was still fuming about not being consulted about this.

They both continued the tour. "And this..." Troy sighed with pleasure, "...is the pig shed." He breathed in deeply and exhaled as if the smell calmed him down somehow.

"It stinks in here," Emma grumbled, hoping to burst his bubble. The place was completely empty, with no real livestock having been here for at least two weeks; but it still stank.

"I know!" Troy grinned. "It's perfect for what I want you to do to me next!" he smiled, turning to Emma and sliding his strong hands around her waist to embrace her. "I've had this fantasy for as long as I can remember!" he smiled, his eyes wide with excitement.

Emma looked at her husband. What was he excited about? He had the look that he always got when he wanted Emma to play to his kinks. "What fantasy is it this time?" she asked, almost impatiently.

"I want to be dominated," Troy said seriously.

Emma rolled her eyes. Three years of marriage; she'd worked that out by now.

"No, no, listen!" Troy pleaded, seeing Emma's dismissive look. "I want to be completely owned by you in a way that I can't hide!"

"You're wanting us to move to Texas. That feels like hiding to me..." Emma sighed, losing interest.

"I want you to exploit all of my weaknesses," Troy soldiered on. "I want you to overindulge me and control me completely. I want to transform before your very eyes because of what you do to me."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Just get to the point," she sighed again.

"I want you to humiliate me like you did your ex. I've never wanted anything more, from the second that you first told me about it all those years ago. How you used to make fun of him for his little belly and then you'd make him suck down a fattening shake to undo all his dieting."

Emma stood back a little. She remembered telling Troy about that many years ago, but she didn't think he'd even remembered it. Had he really held onto that and fixated about it all these years?

"I want you to take my abs away," he stated firmly. "I want to be permanently transformed by you. I want my submission to be written across my entire body!" He looked at Emma with more excitement in his eyes than Emma had ever seen before, inhaling the smell of the farm. "I want to turn into a fat hog of a man, right here in this pig shed!"