“I know you will. He is too headstrong for his own good.”If I had eyes right now, I would cry. Rose and Peter. They looked so happy as the three o... us kissed. I remembered that kiss. There was a problem with the orcs. They were chaffing at Peter's rules again. We had to go pacify them. Our lives were small islands of peace where the three of us were together then pulled apart to keep his empire intact.The three broke their kiss and my past self rippled. She became a red-scaled drake, a small. At five foot three and one hundred pounds even, she is a sexy little lady. Her legs are to die for and she knows it and always shows them off.My company always has a big Christmas party and this year will be a little more exciting because my wife plans on fucking some lucky guy there. Thursday before the party on Saturday she and I went dress shopping. I was patiently waiting while she tried on several different long formals when she opened the dressing room door to announce this is the one. A. I hear the crinkle of theruffles as I rest my ass on the cushion. I stifle my protests as sheapplies whatever creams and glosses and pencils she chooses to my face. Istare at her and wait. Twice in one day. Good show. I'm a regular dragqueen!"Done!" she chimes. "Come see!"I'm less interested now. I know what I'll see. A pretty girl. Why do Ihave to be pretty as a girl? I don't' want to be a girl. I don't want towear this stuff. I don't want to be pretty.I check the mirror. There's a sluttier. However, I also realized it would be extremely stupid to do so. I kept fantasizing about different scenarios with her and me in bed, when suddenly an idea struck me. What I could do, of course, was play a game with her. A game of control. I could write her a note each day, asking her to wear or do something specific. Anonymously of course. I love the mental side of sub/dom relationships and it would give me great pleasure to control her actions. And there was no risk involved, at least that is.