This story is short, explicit and written with your dirty little ass in mind.
New Post from @Brat4Life: My Dom was at work and texted asking me for some naughty pics. Prime opportunity to be a dirty little brat, right? I sent photos of me making a mess around the house. He was so annoyed! He was like, where are the tit pics? Of course I escalated the situation! I was LOL’ing so hard. Next thing I knew he was at the house, telling me I was in BIG trouble. Mission accomplished! *takes bratty bow*
The set-up: A group of BRATS love to chat in an online forum about their sex lives.
The stories: Each stand-alone story is a look inside the relationship of a BRAT and her TAMER.
The steam: Scorching hot monogamous pairings with love, trust, and kink.
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1
JENNA
Jenna
As I finish putting my makeup on in the bathroom I share with my husband, I realize how much of a disaster my side of the sink is.
Makeup and a hair straightener, coffee from this morning, my self-tanner mousse and mit, not to mention my makeup drawer is wide open as I root around for different highlighters and eye shadows.
When I look at my husband's side of the sink, it's completely pristine. I swear he must have wiped it down with the Clorox cleaner before he left for work this morning.
I feel slightly bad about my mess, but also I'm not going to change, nor would he ask me to. We're definitely not the same person, but that's the beauty of a relationship, right? We can play to one another's strengths and help one another with our weaknesses.
Not that being messy is a weakness. Obviously.
I'm practically perfect in every way. I know Jake thinks so. I laugh as I curl my eyelashes, then swipe light pink lipstick on my lips. I fluff my hair and exhale.
I consider straightening up my side of the sink. Jake does like things tidy and I do like to please him, most of the time. Deciding I want to be a nice wifey, I do just that. I put my makeup brushes where they belong, put my deodorant and face cleaner back in the medicine cabinet. I spritz on some perfume before setting it in a row with my other body sprays.
I smile, pleased with myself. So pleased, in fact, I consider taking a photo and sending it to my husband so he'll know what a good girl I am.
I don't work outside of the house. It's a deal I struck with my husband when we got married. Before we met, I was working as a waitress, but after we tied the knot, he told me his deepest wish was to keep me at home. Not because he wants me locked away from the rest of the world, obviously not, but because he wants to take care of me.
Honestly, I find that pretty hot and romantic. It's not like I'm some bored housewife. I volunteer at a food bank once a week. I babysit my sister's kids a few mornings a week and I take our dog Lily Pie for a walk three times a day.
Of course, I also do the cooking and cleaning and shopping, and take the cars into the shop if they need an oil change, you get what I mean.
We have divided labor in a way that makes sense for us and benefits us. So yes, I am a spoiled little brat, but I love it. It's literally the best occupation in the whole fucking world. And when I've talked about my life to my friends from Brats Forever, the online forum I hang out on, they've told me I've kind of hacked the system. I’m living the ultimate brat dream.
It’s true. I've got the best gig ever. All I have to do is make sure I have my brattiest behavior ready to go when Jake wants it. I know not everyone would be into our relationship dynamic, but I don't need everyone to like it, or even know. Jake and I are happy, deliriously so. Been married three years, and it’s only getting better every day we’re together.
I get a text from him after I finish straightening up the bathroom.
Jake: Hey. I wish I was at home now. I think I’ll be working until 7:00 tonight.
I look at the clock on my phone. It’s 2:00 in the afternoon. That’s a long time to wait for him. I frown, hating that I have five more hours before he’s here with me. I thought he was going to get off early today, but I also know he had some important meetings and I understand.
Me: It’s okay. Might go out and get some groceries then.
He texts back right away.
Jake: Before you go shopping, how about you send me some naughty pics?