My Proposal

For a long time I was embarrassed about it. I was in my office catching up on month end reports when he came in, closed the door and said that he wanted me to please him. I truly thought he wanted me to do a report for him, or something like that. But he said no, he wanted ME to please HIM.

In everything, he woke up thinking about me and me not being there with him bothered him, now he wanted me to wake up with him. I asked him if he was proposing to me. He answered by asking me if that's what I wanted. I told him that I was certainly not going to wake up with him without the ring and the house, and wasn't going to settle for a rental either. We talked about the type of house, I told him straight up. I wasn't looking for a McMansion, but it had to have at least four bedrooms and three baths and a nice yard. And in a nice part of town, I wasn't going out to the suburbs with all the other wives.

I was all of a sudden talking about being his wife and he was negotiating with me, size of the rock and number of bedrooms. I was selling myself, and he was buying me. I moved the conversation towards that subject that is hard to avoid. He said that everything inside was mine and everything outside was his. He didn't do laundry and didn't do cooking, He would help, but not his job. He didn't expect me to deal with the yard. So the yard for him and cooking and cleaning for me. A fair trade. Yes, he wasn't 'the woman''.

By the clock ten minutes had gone by and I had negotiated all my liberties away in return for a rock and a house. I thought that I would go for one more thing, I don't suck cock, he said you are here to please me. And he got up and a day later I was presented with a marriage license to sign. There was no ceremony, he took me to buy the rock, then to the municipal building, and then to dinner and he asked me if I wanted to wear something special that night. I said no, all he was going to do was take it off.