She knew that marrying a white businessman would have difficulties as well as pleasures for her. When he was on holiday in Asia he took her away from her country and made her his bride, promising to care of her and giving her all the money and possessions that she wanted. She thought he was strong and good looking and hoped that she could do everything that he needed to make him happy.

It was a typical Sunday. He was bent over his computer deep in thought. The sandwich and cup of tea that she had fetched for him were cold and nasty and he had hardly looked up from his computer all day. She appreciated that he worked hard and that she would not have the life that he had given her had it not been for that, but sometimes she wished that he would treat her more like a person.

She looked at his strained face and his fingers typing fast. His hair was ruffled, just as she liked it, because he had been raking his hands through it as he pondered about what to write for the presentation that he was preparing. She longed to help him, to relieve his stress but she knew that she would no help as she knew nothing about what he did and he liked it to remain that way. He always said that he married her to be his housewife, because she was pretty and kind and knew how to look after a man and that he did not want her getting involved with his business except to support him and to cook meals and wait on his business colleagues when necessary. She always did as she was told, that was how she had been brought up and she knew that she was very lucky.

What she really wanted to do was to push his computer away and curl up in his lap. Hold him tightly and let that stress disappear and then massage it all away. She gave fantastic back rubs but he hardly ever had time for them. He would let her kiss him sometimes and if he was in the mood he would have sex with her but he never showed her a lot of affection. She showed him lots as she was a very affectionate person and she loved him dearly but he treated her more like his slave than his wife.

When he was at work she could do whatever she liked and spend as much money as she wanted. She had made a few friends in the city through some classes that she was attending, an English class so that she could better mingle at his office social events and a cookery class so that she could better entertain them with local food rather than her traditional Asian dishes. She relished the opportunity to learn but she had needs, ones that he was not fulfilling.

She would often wander upstairs in the evening, go to bed before him and imagine what it might be like if he held her, just once in his arms in a loving embrace. If he let her sweep away that hair and kiss his handsome face, hold him close and kiss him all over. He knew that she could give a good blow job and good sex but he had no idea how loving she could be, how gentle she could touch him, how much harder he would come if he just let her loose on his body.

That night she was thinking this again, wondering whether she would perhaps get a chance, maybe if he ever took a holiday when she could show him her special talents. She started to rub herself through her panties as she imagined what it would be like to have the time to really turn him on. How their bodies would look with her dark skin and hair against his white and blond. She wondered if he would ever let her take him in her delicate hands make him feel the depth of her touch.

As with many nights before she took her vibrator from her beside drawer and placed it inside her panties. Deep in thought she buzzed it over her clitoris and then dipped it inside her, alternating between clitoris and pussy until she came, in one little jerk, with a sigh and then put it away in the drawer and lay down with a tear running down her cheek. If only he knew just how much she loved him, if only there was a way that she could tell him, show him or make him.

She has never taken control before, she had always let him tell her what to do, as she knew that she owed him a lot for what he had done for her, taking her away and looking after her. But she decided that she needed to try, show him what she wanted and see how he responded. He had never punished her, he had never had a reason to but she was afraid, worried about what he might do but she was also desperate, needing his acceptance and love, needing him to respect her more and let her do more.

She wanted to make a big impact so she took off all of her clothes and put on some stiletto heels and went back downstairs. She knew that he would notice when she walked in to his office as the floor was beautiful and wood and he had banned her from ever wearing the heels in there because they would mark the floor.

She walked in, she was careful not to put too much weight on the heels but enough so that he would look up to hear her footsteps. He did look up, startled, too startled to speak and she quickly slipped out of the shoes and ran to him, putting her finger on his lips. She unzipped his trousers and sucked his cock, licking and slurping until he was hard and taking time to look earnestly in to his eyes. He watched her beautiful naked body as she gave him pleasure, dominating him for the first time ever and he suddenly realised that this was the first time. The first time she had ever done anything without being told to. He liked it and he soon came hard in to her willing mouth. When she was done, she stood up and hung her head. But he took her into his lap, held her and for the first time she felt his love coming through in his hug.

'I have treated you very badly', he said, 'it will never happen again.'