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Creating Crystal I Jennifer and I met when we were both in college. She was in the pre-med program specializing in Psychology and I was studying finance. We just seemed to be made for each other. We had the same likes and dislikes in everything from friends and food to ideology and lifestyles. We both enjoyed the outdoors and were kind of fitness nuts. We were married shortly after I graduated and had landed a job in investment banking. Jennifer still had three more years of school ahead of her plus an internship and residency before she would start full force into her career. Our marriage became a stabilizing force in both of our lives. While Jennifer was buried in he studies, I was working to take the investment business by storm. At the end of each day we always had each other to lean on and our love to share. Through each year of our lives together we grew stronger and could overcome any challenge. This phase of our lives lasted for the first three years, and then things began to change. The first change that I noticed was that Jennifer spent more and more of her time on her class work and clinical work. There were many days that she was up and gone before the alarm went off at 6 AM, and crawled in beside me well past my normal 11PM bedtime. She was working hard to complete all of her class work and get ready for her internships. Since she would receive her MD as well as her Psychology degree her internship needed to address both these disciplines. The upcoming internship was another source of trouble. Jen had accepted an offer from the Cleveland Clinic and would split her time between pure meds, and counseling for her Psych requirements. It was the only opportunity available that offered her both programs, so she had readily accepted. The trouble came from the fact that she would be spending the next 15 months in Cleveland, over 300 miles away from our home in Madison. Jen tried hard to convince me that I should find a job in Cleveland, that we could continue on there but I knew that she would be throwing herself 100% into her work. There was also the issue of my job. I was a rising star in the firm and that was a position that I didn't want to give up. Moving to Cleveland meant starting over and I wasn't ready for that. So there we were, Jen packed and moving to Cleveland promising me that there would be no other, and me staying in Madison promising her the same. We planned to visit at least once a month telling each other how wonderful it would be when we were together. Our plan was successful for the first three months and then it fell apart. It was December and the week before Christmas. I had pulled a few strings and arranged to get the entire week off work. Driving to Cleveland in near blizzard conditions had already put me in a bad mood, and when I arrived, Jen was at the hospital having just started a 48- hour shift in the ER. Feeling both tired and rejected I crashed in her bed. For the next two days I pretty much stayed in the apartment, the snow had the city mostly closed down. When Jen finally made it home she was completely exhausted and slept for 14 hours. When she woke up, she showered fixed us dinner and let me know that she was back on duty in another 4 hours. She was scheduled for another 48-hour shift. Worse yet, was that she would not have time off on either Christmas Eve or Christmas Day. She convinced me to stay through Monday so we could have a day together to celebrate our own Christmas. Eventually, we did get our day together, exchanged presents and made love for the first time since I arrived. Due to her exhaustion, and my mood, our lovemaking was not the best. I left around 6 PM to drive home. With the roads having been plowed, I could make almost normal time and would be home by 1 or 2 AM. The remainder of the week went well and I began to get over my disappointment. On Friday afternoon, I was asked in by my boss late in the afternoon to discuss business. Mr. Dennison and I got along well and he did everything in his power to help me succeed. His efforts along with my hard work were about to pay off. When I arrived in his office he was sitting there talking to Mr. Burns the Vice-President of Securities Management. To make a long story short, I walked out of the office two hours later with a great promotion. Starting Monday I would be managing an investment portfolio valued at over $300 million. The portfolio was mixed investments but contained mostly 401K and other retirement plan money. The investments were spread across about two-dozen Funds, and it would be my responsibility to make it all work. Among the benefits of being a portfolio manager, in addition to that increase in wages and other direct benefits, was having a staff of six investment officers at my disposal, a prestigious corner office with a view down University Drive, and a gorgeous secretary. It was the last of these that would prove to be the most problematic to manage. Trish was an excellent secretary, and no problem around the office. She did wear her skirts a bit shorter than was probably appropriate, but no one ever complained. It was early February when I was next scheduled to drive to Cleveland. There was still snow on the ground and more in the forecast and I was not looking forward to the drive. When I considered how our last week together went, I considered calling Jen and canceling, but in the end I decided that it was a weekend we both needed. Just as I was getting ready to leave the office, it was Jen that called and cancelled our plans. Her schedule had changed and she was on a new rotation. If I came for the weekend, she would only be home for a few hours and she would probably sleep through that time. When I hung up the phone, Trish appeared in front of desk almost as if by magic. "I'm sorry Joel. I over heard some of that conversation. I know that you were looking forward to your weekend and now it's spoiled. If it will make you feel any better, you are welcome to come by my place for dinner. I'm going to make spaghetti and watch a movie that I rented today during lunch. It's kind of a love story, girly movie, but you're certainly welcome." With that she gave me a big smile as if to say, 'Don't worry, we all go through these things, times will get better.' I don't know what it was that made me decide, but in a few minutes I was getting directions to her apartment and asking what time to be there. I headed out the door hurrying to get home and get myself ready for the dinner. I was like a 16 year old getting ready for a first date. On the way to her apartment I picked up a bottle of wine and was on her doorstep by 7:30. Well, as one might imagine, the dinner went well, the wine was consumed; the movie was started but never finished. We ended up in Trish's bed and I let go of all my concerns about what was happening. We made love several times during the course of the night and fell asleep in each other's arm in the early morning hours. Sex with Trish was a wonderfully uninhibited event. She was aggressive, demanding, creative and insatiable. Not to say that the sex that I shared with Jen was bad, but this was different, more visceral and more satisfying. Maybe it was just me, releasing my anguish over the recent past with Jen, but maybe not. This was something that would have to be explored, with Trish and maybe with others. Surprisingly, the following day, I felt no guilt and no remorse. I was easily able to convince myself that there was nothing wrong with what I had done. If Jen was going to withhold sex from me, no matter what the reasons, I would get it where I could, and now I had at least one place to go. Over the next six months, I indulged myself in my newfound ability to attract women. This had been an area that I had never excelled in and never needed to since Jen and I had been together so long. In high school I was not a star athlete nor gifted with the charisma needed to attract girls. I dated a few times but nothing ever materialized. In college I met Jen, and we had been together every since. Now, having the appearance of being unattached, and the ability to spend money freely thanks to my new position, I was able to attract quite the number of willing young ladies. With all this available to me, I set out on a search to find the perfect woman, one that met every ideal that I could imagine. For the most part, I would come back to Trish, but I new that she was lacking as well. I truly believed that sometime in the near future that I would have Jen back full time and would see that she was in fact my perfect woman. The remaining months of Jen's internship now passed quickly since I had other distractions to fill my time. Almost before I knew it, she was preparing to return to Madison. For the next two months my entire life was changed back to something close to what it had been before she left. We bought a house and moved out of the apartment. Jen had accepted a residency with a Clinic attached to the Madison Area General Hospital and was specializing in family behavioral counseling. For me, life went on and seemed to just get better. Jen and I reestablished our relationship and commitment to each other but while she apparently lived up to the commitment, I did not. Our sex life was great, but I could not get out of my mind the notion of finding the perfect woman. I kept up a schedule of visits with Trish and several other girls that I had been seeing. I knew that it couldn't last, and had convinced myself that I could slowly wean myself of these other relationships. The remainder of our relationship was great. We never fought, we were both earning comfortable incomes and money was not an issue. We treated each other and ourselves to some of the luxuries in life and enjoyed to fruits of our efforts. It would be another six months before things came apart, but come apart they surely would. II It was a rainy afternoon in April when my life changed. It was Saturday and Jen was out of town for the weekend with a friend of hers. She called it their semi annual shop-a-thon in Chicago. She would not be back until Monday night. Although I had been very careful in the past to keep my extra curricular activities separated from home life, this time I tripped up and would pay for it dearly. Trish was the only one of the girls that I occasionally visited that knew that I was married. Somehow, this made me break on my own rule, to never let any of these girls near my job, home or wife. On this particular day, I managed to let Trish convince me to go back to my house. She knew that I made good money and had been endlessly curious about the house. With her promise of special attention that day, I gave in. To cut to the chase, Jen's friend had become sick on Saturday morning, and they had drove home cutting their shopping trip short. When Jen walked into to the house, she found Trish and me in a more than compromising position. Her reaction was immediate. "When you two are done screwing like a couple of dogs in heat, you can pack your bags and leave. If you think you can talk your way out of this, send your bitch on her way and come begging on your knees. I'll be on the patio trying to let the filth wash off of me with some Tequila!" Trish and I scrambled getting to our feet and getting dressed. As she headed out the front door, I headed out the back to plead my case with Jen. Jen sat there with the Tequila bottle in one hand and a glass of ice in the other. I expected to see tears but was met instead with hers dark eyes filled with fire. As I started to speak she cut me off with a frightening look. "I believe that I said you should be on your knees if you choose to plead your case. And by the way, who told you to put your clothes back on? If you can get naked for that little bitch in the other room, you certainly can get naked for me. Now, if you're not naked, on your knees and begging and pleading within two minutes, you can get the hell out." This was a side of Jen that I had never seen before. I realized that I didn't have a choice so I quickly undressed and knelt in front of her. "Jen, I am so, so sorry for my indiscretion. I want you to know that there is really nothing between us, I mean that girl you saw in there, there is nothing between us. You are the love of my life and I will do anything to make it up to you. Please say you forgive me?" Jen looked at me with something between hatred and contempt. "Shut up! Isn't it bad enough that I put up with this crap every day at work? Now I have to come home and find my husband crawling on the carpet with some blond bimbo. Forgive you? I doubt it. Maybe, just maybe I'll find a way to let you make it up to me, but it will be on my terms and by my rules! Now, get your sorry ass up stairs and shower all that filth off of you. When I get up there I expect to find you on your knees at the foot of the bed and your skin red from scrubbing off the filth. Now get out of my sight and let me think you cheating little bastard." I hurried away and saw Jen pouring herself a refill of Tequila. There was no question as to following her orders. I was upstairs, scrubbed and kneeling by the bed in 30 minutes. I stayed there for a long time before I heard Jen coming up the stairs. It was already getting dark outside but I knew better than to get up and turn on the light. I just waited patiently as she made her way down the hall and into the room. "Well maybe there's hope for you after all. At least you were able to follow my directions. Now, let's us decide how we deal with this little dalliance of yours. You may think that I've sat down there drinking all afternoon and am not of the mind set to deal with this, but you're wrong. A couple of Tequilas worked their magic to calm me down, and then I was able to sit and think. I am going to ask you a few questions and you are going to answer me. Now you better make damn sure that you answer me honestly, or else we're through. I would rather give you a chance, but if I even suspect that you're lying, the next person you talk to will be a divorce lawyer. Do you understand?" I raised my head to look her in the eye and started to stand. "Yes Jen, I understand. But you really need to listen to..." She cut me off in mid-sentence. "I don't believe that you are in any position to tell me what I really must do. Now, I want you back on your knees, and I want you to listen to how this discussion is going to take place." I sank to my knees and let my eye fall away from her line of sight." "OK you little bastard of a cheating husband, here's how we are going to do this. I'm going to ask you several questions and you are going to answer. You will be allowed one of two answers. You may either say yes dear, and I am sorry, or no dear, I beg your forgiveness. Do you understand me?" I looked up slightly to see her standing directly. Although I could not make eye contact, I answered. "Yes dear and I am sorry." "OK, now we are getting somewhere. Here is your first question, answer it clearly. Is this the first time that you have brought another woman into my house?" "Yes dear, and I am sorry." "Ok then, let's move on. Is the blond bimbo the only outside service that you have taken advantage of? I looked up meekly, but saw the fire in her eyes. "No dear, I beg your forgiveness." She reached out and slapped me hard across the face. "You pig!" We went on for another hour with Jen asking question that became more and more incriminating. Finally, she fell silent. I waited for several minutes but could not stand the silence any longer. "Jen, I truly am sorry. I wish that you would let me explain." It was a minute before she answered. "Well I guess that I owe you that much, but it had better be good. Right now I am leaning towards calling my lawyer first thing in the morning." I talked for the next twenty minutes, and to her credit, Jen listened carefully. I could tell that she had slipped into her Family Councilor mode as she took in what I said. I explained my feeling about what had happened while she had been gone for so many months and how I eventually fell into the search for the perfect woman. I also told her how I had decided that she was really the perfect woman for me. I hoped that I was gaining some ground, but I doubted it. When I had finished speaking, Jen leaned back and closed her eyes as if she were turning it all over in her mind. Finally, she looked back at me and spoke. "I guess that I can understand a little bit about how you felt, because I felt much the same way myself. The difference is that I did not go bed hopping with every guy that winked at me! However, I am not without some degree of compassion. As a matter of fact, I will make a deal with you, but remember, it will be a nothing or all deal. Do you understand?" I looked up at her as best as I could and nodded. I was too frightened to even say a word. "Alright, here is my plan. Since this type of situation is what I deal with everyday at work, I believe that I am the perfect choice to develop a corrective plan of action. I am going to spend some time over the next few days thinking about what happened and researching treatments and therapy. By next Saturday, I believe that I can have a plan together and we will sit down for our first counseling session. During the week that lies ahead, I want you to carefully consider how far you are willing to go to save our marriage because once we start there is no turning back, it's all or nothing. Do you understand?" Again, I nodded my head feeling like I was totally defeated. I would just have to accept my punishment and hope that she would forgive me. Jen looked down at me where I was still kneeling. The look in her eye had changed but it was subtle. Now there was just a glint of what looked like pity. The problem was that the pity was not for what had happened, but for what was going to. "Pick yourself up and get out of my sight. This is my bedroom and I'll not have you soiling it. You may use the guest room and bath if you wish. Take with you enough clothes for tonight and the morning, but tomorrow you will remove your belongings from my bedroom completely. Someday, if you respond well to treatment, I may yet again allow you to share my bed, but only time will tell." I gathered up my pajamas and some clothes for the morning and retrieved my shaving kit from the bathroom. I left Jen standing there with her eyes still filled with emotion. As I walked down the hall to the guest bedroom, I heard her close the door and quietly turn the key in the lock. There was finality in that sound which rung through me like the peal of a bell. I knew that our relationship would never again be the same. The question that floated across my mind was what would it be like? I had heard what Jen had said and was concerned by what she meant. She had used words like Treatment, Therapy and Corrective Action. In my mind these words did not bode well for me. While I hoped that she was speaking of counseling, talking things through and working things out between us, but in her words there seemed to something more. III On Sunday morning I awoke early after a fitful night of sleep. As I padded down the hall, I noticed that Jen had unlocked and opened the bedroom door. I peaked inside and found that she was gone. There was a note taped to the mirror and I pulled it loose to read it. "Joel. I knew that you would come looking when you saw the door open. I have left for the day to do some research. I will be home promptly at 6PM. As the smallest token of your love and affection, I would expect that you would have a wonderful meal prepared for me. A nice wine to go with the meal and fresh flowers on the table is to be expected. Please be prepared to serve as soon as I arrive. Jen." I cleaned myself up and dressed casually, Dockers and a Polo shirt. I decided to check out the food situation and see what was available. During the time that Jen was in Cleveland, I had managed to learn some pretty good basic cooking skills. Although I was self taught I had learned to follow recipes and could hold my own. The cupboards as well as the refrigerator were both pretty empty so a trip to the market would be required. It was no big deal since I needed to get some wine and of course the flowers. I decided on a chicken dish that I had learned one day when I got especially creative. The chicken breasts were first grilled and then covered with compote of tomatoes, mild onions, peppers, garlic and other spices. This was placed in a baking dish over a bed of vegetables including asparagus, Brussels sprouts and green beans. A light wine, vinaigrette was added along with blue cheese. The dish was then baked at a low heat for two more hours. The finished dish was almost too wonderful to imagine. To go with the chicken I selected garlic creamed potatoes and a tomato bisque soup. It took me several hours to get the shopping done, the dining room ready and the meal prepared. By 5:15 I had just enough time to get the wine chilled and change clothes to make myself presentable. I placed the bottle of Pinot Noir on ice and left to shower and change. The chicken was in the oven and would be done precisely at six. I was pretty proud of my preparations and hurried to finish getting ready. I was fussing with arrangement of flowers on the table when I heard Jen come in the front door. I heard her make her way directly to the dining room, but also heard her talking to someone else. "Lucy, I know that you will absolutely enjoy diner. Joel studied hard to become a decent cook while I was off in Cleveland. It's a shame though that it was the only decent thing he did." Jen entered the dining room along with her friend Lucy. They had been close in college and had only recently had the chance to get back together. As a matter of fact, Lucy had just started working as a computer tech at the hospital and with Jen being at the clinic, they saw each other almost every day. As they entered the dining room I was wondering what to do about diner. I had made enough for only two. Jen answered my question before I could ask. "Joel, you remember Lucy don't you? She will be joining me for diner this evening. You may seat us and serve when you are ready. When diner is over and you have cleaned up and done the dishes, you may run out for your own diner. I believe that there are a number of fast food places that stay open late." I started to protest but was cut off with an icy stare. As I turned to begin serving, Jen continued to speak. This time, she was talking to Lucy, but making sure that I heard every word. "After diner, there is some wonderful Cognac that Joel purchased a while back. We can retire to the living room and relax with a glass or two while we look through some of the books that I picked up today. It was surprising how many resource books there turned out to be available when I started my research. I really do appreciate you offering to give me your opinion about an appropriate treatment for Joel's indiscretion." So there it was. Now she had drawn Lucy into her little scheme. I was not going to stand for this. I was about to say something when she beat me to the point. "Joel dear, before I forget to mention it, I am expecting a call tomorrow morning from Hal Baker, he's my attorney. If I'm not awake yet when he calls, be a dear and take a message, would you?" My boldness quickly retreated. She had me were she wanted me and she knew just what buttons to push. I hesitated only for a moment while I let my thoughts clear then I proceeded to serve the dinner. Jen and Lucy chatted between themselves while they ate ignoring the fact that I was even there. The only time that they spoke to me was to ask for more wine to be poured. When the dinner was done, I cleared the table as they moved to the living room with a bottle of my best Cognac. By the time I had finished the dishes and cleaned the kitchen it was almost 11:00. I was hungry and exhausted. Slipping out of the house I managed to find a place to get a hamburger and French fries, a far cry from the dinner that I had prepared for Jen. I returned to the house shortly before one AM. All was quiet and the lights were turned out. As I walked down the upstairs hall I noticed that the door to Jen's bedroom was closed and locked. It seemed funny to me that I was already referring to it as her bedroom no longer our bedroom. The remainder of the week was pretty much a replay of Sunday. Jen was up early and off to the office. Sometime during the day she would call me and make a request for dinner. I would have to rush home to prepare it so that it was ready when she arrived. I was not allowed to join her for dinner and each night she would bring home a guest. By the end of the week, it was obvious to both her and me that I had reached my limit. On Friday night she came home later than usual and brought no guest with her. She sat at the dining room table while I served her. When her meal was served, she invited me to kneel beside her chair while she ate. Occasionally she would offer me a bite from her plate and I was so hungry that I greedily accepted. When the meal was over, Jen retired to the living room with more of my Cognac while I cleaned up. When I was done, she asked me to join her there. She offered me a glass of the Cognac and allowed me to sit in the chair opposite her. As I drank the liquor, she spoke about our relationship for the first time in a week. "Joel, I have spent a lot of time thinking about us this week and I have done a lot of research into the types of treatments and therapy that can be used successfully to heal the relationship. Although I do admit that there are two parts to any relationship and two sides of any argument, I believe that it is clear in this case that there is only one person to blame and therefore one persons actions that need to be corrected." I started to object, but she cut me off. As I told you last week, this is either an all or nothing situation. You can either agree to the treatment that I have prescribed, or in the morning you can pack up and leave. Now, one last time, do you agree to submit to the treatment, or will you be leaving in the morning?" I had only drunk the one glass of Cognac, but I was feeling the effects already. It must have been due to the small amount of food I had consumed. Weakly I nodded my head in agreement. There was excitement in her voice as she responded. "Good, I'm glad that you have seen your way to accepting my help. We shall start immediately. Are you comfortable sitting there?" Again I nodded. "Now listen carefully. I gave you a little something in your drink to help you to relax. You will remain awake and alert, but your body and mind will just relax." My mind reeled. What had she done? I tried to get up from the chair, but found that my muscles would not respond. Resigned to my fate I looked over to Jen and saw her smiling back at me. "Well, it looks as if your medicine has taken hold. Now just let yourself relax and listen to me closely. I am not going to hurt you in any way. As a matter of fact, we are only going to discuss our relationship and what you have done, openly and honestly. Along the way, we will talk about options for your treatment, but in the end the ultimate decision will be yours. I may make a few suggestions, but all of the choices; all of the decisions will be yours. Do you understand this?" I was too weak or relaxed to even nod my head. I managed only to mumble OK as a response. "Very good, I am glad you understand. Now we will begin. I want you to close your eyes and listen to my voice. As you listen I want you to continue to relax. Your mind will become free, but it will become focused. You will seek out a place where you can be totally relaxed and free and you will find it in my voice. You will hear the rhythm of my words and find comfort in my tone. You will allow my voice to lead you to inner peace. I want you to relax and respond only to my voice. When I tell you, you will be completely relaxed and allow only my words to lead you." I do not recall the next several hours. I awoke in the morning naked and kneeling beside Jen's bed. I stayed there quietly until sometime later when she awoke. She rolled over, looked at me and smiled. "Joel, you are such a devoted husband. Have you been kneeling there all night?" Recognition of my situation returned to me and I nodded. "Well, for being such an attentive husband, I believe that you deserve a reward. Do you agree?" I smiled at her and nodded. "Well then let's not waste any time. Devoted and attentive husbands are rewarded by be allowed to make love to there wives. Now if you believe that you have truly been good come and share my bed." Sex with Jen that morning was spectacular. It was everything that it should ever be and more. I worked hard to make sure that she was more than satisfied and in the process was completely fulfilled myself. We finished our first love making session in over a week together in the shower. Jen was displaying a new level of excitement and creativity and my whole focus was to find ways to satisfy her. After breakfast, which I prepared and served, Jen and I returned to the living room to talk some more. While we sat drinking coffee she handed me some papers to read. I noticed that they were in my handwriting and glanced through them quickly. It was a list of each of the women that I had had sex with since starting on my wayward path. Next to each name were several notes. I looked up at Jen in shock. I started to mumble a question, but she cut me off. "Don't you remember? Last night when we were talking, you decided that you wanted to confess to me about each of your little affairs. Next to each of the names, seven if I counted correctly, are a few notes that you added about each of the women. Just little things about what you found so special about each of them." I scanned the list, and it was all there, starting with Trish, then Cindy, Joan, Sue, Vanessa, Elaine and Deb. I didn't know what to do or say. "Don't be ashamed. Last night you were almost boastful. You kept talking about your search for the perfect woman and how each one of these ladies represented some portion of that ideal to you. See what you wrote there: Trish - beautiful eyes, long blond hair, big breasts sexually focused on her partner, Cindy, long shapely legs, perfect complexion sexually creative and uninhibited, Joan - sultry sexy voice, always ready to please, Sue - the perfect body 36D 24 33, loves short skirts, tight sweaters and high heels, Vanessa - a creative lover that will play any role from angel to bitch, sweet young girl to hooker, Elaine - always looks perfect, hair, make up, clothes, jewelry always perfect, high maintenance but worth the time, Deb - smart, shy, sexy, seductive always looks great, knows how to use her body to get what she wants." I listened in amazement as she read this back to me. I had had these thoughts a hundred times but I never meant to share them with Jen. I had nothing to say. "Now don't be embarrassed. Look at the next page. This is where you took all of the information about these women as well as your other thoughts and described to me your perfect woman. My only regret is that I fall so far from your model of perfection that I will never be able to achieve it, but then again, I don't really think that any woman could live up to this model. The only possibility would be for a woman to create herself in this model, but then again there is another problem isn't there? Your goal was not only to find the perfect woman, but to posses her, to have her there only for you at your beckon call to serve her partner in any and all ways. Now that I think presents a real problem, don't you? But don't worry, I think I have a solution to this all." I was completely stunned and had no idea where this was going. I knew that Jen was headed in a certain direction but had no idea what it was. She was not going to let me off easy, that I knew for sure. Jen looked at me and there was a hint of something foreboding in her eyes. "Joel I want you to relax now and return to your most peaceful place." Suddenly I knew what was happening, but I could do nothing about it. Some how, Jen had managed to hypnotize me last night and that was how she had gotten me to give up all of what I had done. Now, she was taking me back there again. I heard here as she spoke to me, "When I count to three you will be back to your most restful place. One. You will relax and free your mind. Two. You will listen and respond to my voice only. Three." I was lost. It was early evening when I became aware of where I was. Sitting in the living room with Jen, we were discussing redecorating my bedroom. Not our bedroom, because that was now hers, but my bedroom the one down at the end of the hall that we had never used. It had sat empty since we had moved into the house, but now we were discussing how to decorate it for me. We finished our discussion, and Jen decided that we should go out to dinner and celebrate. When I asked her what we were celebrating she looked at me in surprise. "We will be celebrating the beginning of your treatment and therapy, don't you remember? After we talked today we were able to get to the root cause of your problems and agree on a plan of action. You told me everything you wanted in life, and I proposed methods for you to obtain them. You considered the options, made your decisions and we then agreed that this would be an acceptable course for your treatment. It will be totally up to you to take the steps necessary to achieve recovery, but I will help you along the way. It will be your ideas, your decisions, but I will be there to help you with every step. In return, you agreed to be a complete dedicated and attentive husband to me serving my every need and desire. Do you remember all of that?" Suddenly it was all clear. I did remember talking about what I wanted. That's what made it so appealing to me. The treatment, therapy and cure were all centered on what I wanted. What could possible be better. Let me see, what was it that we decided...ah, of course it was easy to remember because it was what I wanted. 1. I did not want to give up my relationship with Jen. In fact, more than anything else in life I wanted to please and satisfy her. When her needs where met and she was satisfied I would find my greatest happiness. 2. Next to pleasing Jen, the thing that I most desired in life was to find and posses the perfect woman. The profile of the perfect woman had been created from the notes and description that I had given to Jen. 3. Since there was no way to find the perfect woman, she would have to be created. This would require a willing subject that could be molded into the perfect woman, someone who could understand every aspect, every nuance of what the perfect woman was. Since there was only one person in the world that could completely comprehend the model of the perfect woman, this is the person that would be required for the subject. This would also have to be the one person that I could totally posses. This person was I. 4. While creating this perfect woman, it would be necessary for her to find employment to fund the transition. Joel's income was necessary to pay for the house, the cars and all of the other things that he and Jen owned, and Jen's income, well that was hers. 5. All aspects of this treatment and therapy would be planned and carried out by Joel. Jen might occasionally make a suggestion, play a little game to help me learn and understand, but it would always be my decision. 6. If ever there came a point when Joel could no longer function as a man to satisfy Jen's intimate needs, she would be free to find a man that could. Conversely, if Joel gave over his intimate needs and desires totally to his alter ego, he would be allowed to seek other companionship but only with the direct consent and approval of Jen. There it was six easy steps and each of them tailored around me achieving my goals in life. It was so wonderful that I had a wife that was so understanding and so accommodating. It was almost as if she were putting her life second. I would have to see that she was well taken care of, anything that she wanted I would somehow find a way to get for her. Her every wish was my command; her happiness was my most important mission in life. IV On Monday morning Jen was in the kitchen preparing breakfast when I came into the room. When she looked at me she smiled. "Good morning sweetheart, you look like a new man this morning. You must have had a good night's rest." I kissed her cheek as he headed to the table. "I decided to shave the moustache and go for the clean faced look. I think that facial hair is on the way out. You know how styles are always changing. By the way, I've been thinking about letting my hair grow out a bit, I think that a longer style might suit me better. What do you think?" "Oh, you know me dear, I've always thought that long hair looks better than short hair, it's just that it takes a lot more time to care for it. I like mine cut to the shoulders, but what ever you choose I'm sure you will look lovely." I spent the day at the office considering what hairstyle I should choose. It was difficult to choose something immediately since my hair just barely reached my collar, but if I decided on a style now I would know how much my hair needed to grow. At lunchtime I passed by the deli where I normally ate and headed across the street to the Jade Garden restaurant. I had heard that they had a great salad bar and this sounded like a good idea to me. I had been meaning to shed a few pounds and a salad for lunch would certainly help my cause. Outside the restaurant I stopped at the newsstand and picked up a copy of the Hair Fashion's magazine. While I ate, I reviewed the 300 hot styles promised on the cover. During lunch I became so involved with the magazine that I was almost late getting back to the office. There was an article on how to plan for long hair. It showed several different styles that could be managed and restyled as the hair grew with out sacrificing length with each style change. There was one particularly interesting style that started with hair cut shorter than mine was now. Ultimately, it ended in a style that hung in a loose shag down to the middle of your back. I made up my mind; this is where I would start. The change was not too dramatic, mostly moving the part from the side to the center of the head. It did require the front to be cut in layered bangs that would be feathered back, but this only added more appeal to the style. Calling the salon where Jen always had her hair done, I made an appointment for the late afternoon. They always did a great job on Jen's hair so they should be able to provide an improvement over the barbershop that I normally used. I arrived at the salon at four o'clock for my appointment with Denise; she was the same girl that cut Jen's hair. She was more than a little surprised when I pulled out the magazine and showed her the style. "Your hair is the perfect length and thickness Joel, but don't you think that it might be just a bit too feminine. I could leave out the bangs and you could still part it in the center if you would like." Thinking about it for a second I answered her. "No Denise, I think we'll do it just like the picture. I think that it's a good unisex style and I'm secure enough in my masculinity to not care what anyone else thinks." Two hours later I arrived home. Jen was already there, stretched out on the sofa with a glass of ice tea. She looked up when I came through the door and fought back a giggle when she saw my hair. She had not expected this much this soon; but apparently when she turned my desires loose, the affect was immediate. "Joel, you changed your hair style. Doesn't it look lovely? I think that it really suits you. With your mustache gone and your new hairstyle you look like a whole different person. I think it makes you look softer and more desirable. Why don't you come here so I can give you a big kiss?" The simple request had just the affect on me that Jen knew it would. I walked across the floor and gently sat next to her. She turned and place her lips upon mine, softly, just barely a touch but very sensual. When I responded with a sigh she pulled me closer and intensified the kiss. Before she let me go I was whimpering in desire for her. Jen knew just when to break the kiss and move away. It was a move that promised things to come later. I hoped so; I would do anything for her. Later that evening, Jen was lying in her bed reading though a magazine while I kneeled quietly at the side of the bed. I had been there, on my knees and naked for quite some time but I did not complain. Jen had asked me to stay there and stay I would until she finally dismissed me. Jen put down her magazine and looked at me as he knelt there. It was time to play a little game. "Joel dear, would you please sit here on the bed beside me?" I responded immediately and sat where she pointed. Jen picked a silk scarf and quickly tied it around my head as a blindfold. "Now place you hands behind your back" As I did, she used another scarf to securely tie them together. "We're going to play a game now. I will lie back on the bed, and you will find a way to please me. If you are successful and I have an orgasm, then I will have a treat for you. If not, I will leave you blindfolded and tied and send you off to your own bed for the night." I didn't need to be told twice. I rolled onto my side then was able to get up on my knees. Bending forward and searching for Jen, my tongue flicking out like a snake. Jen wiggled around on the bed causing me to continue the chase but finally gave in a lay still. I had never before been particularly interested in oral sex, but now I put my whole being into it. Jen was soon writhing on the bed in the throws of her second orgasm. Jen sent me off to clean up as she came down from her high. When I returned, I knelt quietly next to the bed waiting for her direction. She lay there for several minutes before she spoke wondering how her next idea would play out. At last she decided that she just needed to push forward and try it. "Joel. I'm having a little problem here. Remember when I told you that this was my room. I told you that it was a room for girls only and that you would be sleeping down the hall. Well now, I am ready to give your reward but you are a man in a girl's bedroom. Do you think that there is anything we can do about this?" Jen expected some kind of a response from me that would lead into a discussion about our relationship and where it was headed, but that did not happen. Instead, I got up and walked across the room to Jen's dresser. From the top drawer, I removed a light blue baby doll nightgown and panties. I took these and went into her bathroom. Jen heard the shower running and waited to see what appearance I would make. It was half an hour before I reappeared wearing the nightgown and panties. I came across the room sat on the side of the bed and then turned and lay down cuddling up to my wife. To Jen's surprise, not only was I wearing the nightgown, but also I had shaved every hair from my body other than my head, used her perfumed bath powder and placed two small barrettes in my hair. I rolled over and whispered in her ear. "Is this better? Now we're just a couple of girls that happen to be sharing a bed for the night." Jen pulled me close and hugged me tightly. "You make me so happy, but if we are to be like this I can't very well call you Joel. Do you have another name that you prefer?" Jen already knew the answer to this question. It had come out in my profile of the perfect woman. She just needed to hear him say it. "If it pleases you my lady, you can call me Crystal, which is the name that I favor. However if there is another that you prefer, you can certainly ask me to change." "Well then, Crystal you shall be. Now come to me and receive your reward." For the next hour Jen enjoyed the pleasure of teasing Crystal mercilessly. She used every method that she could think of to tease and torment me with out letting me achieve release. Finally, when I was moaning and wiggling in a totally uncontrolled and uninhibited fashion, she slid her body on top of mine and allowed me to enter her. Once we were so intertwined it was only a minute before I almost screamed as I finally achieved my orgasm. As we lay together on the bed with our bodies still intertwined Jen knew that she had complete control over me in every way. She also knew that she would use this control to extract her revenge for the way I had deceived her. The plan was already deeply imbedded in my brain. All she had to do was offer encouragement and rewards along the way. For my part I lay there in total contentment. This beautiful woman was mine to serve. I knew that I would do what ever it took to satisfy her every wish. Through serving her, and making her happy, I would derive all of my happiness in life. Together we drifted off to sleep, each wondering in our own way where this all would lead and when it would end. V Over the next several days I noticed that there was an enormous amount of information that you could gather by just watching people. I had never been one to watch people with any great eye for detail, but that had changed. For the most part, I watched women, but not in the same way that I would have just a few short weeks ago. Back then I looked at women or I checked them out, but it was all very superficial. Now I was really watching them and doing so in detail. I now noticed things that I never would have before. I studied their cloths, what they wore and how they wore it. I studied their accessories from shoes to purses. I was interested in hairstyles, jewelry, make up and every aspect of their style and appearance. On Friday afternoon, I decided to leave work early. I explained to my boss that I was a little burned out and that I could use a few hour jump-start on the weekend. My boss told me that there was no problem since he new how I always worked hard and how many extra hours I normally put in. When I walked out the door, I knew exactly where I was headed. Saturday was Jen's birthday and I still needed to pick up her present. I had done a lot of window-shopping and I knew exactly what I was going to buy her, I just needed to head over to the mall and pick it up. The mall was a fantastic place to be. While I used to hate it, I was now fascinated. Not only where there women everywhere to watch and study, but the stores provided endless opportunities for exploring. There were beautiful dresses and other apparel on display. The perfume and accessory counters in the big department stores cried out to me. Why was it that it had taken me so long to realize the opportunity to while away a few extra hours there? Slowly I wound my way through the mall finally stopping at Duran and Sons Jewelers. Several weeks ago, I had been here with Jen and remembered her finding a diamond and emerald ring that she fell in love with. The ring was priced at over $1200 and she could not bring herself to buy it. Now it provided me with the perfect birthday present for her. After looking at several other rings, I decided that Jen was right, this was the most beautiful of them all. The purchase was made and I waited while the Jeweler verified the sizing of the ring, checked the settings and finally placed it in a small box and wrapped it for me. While I was waiting for the ring, I wandered around the shop looking at other jewelry; necklaces, bracelets earrings and more. Finally, settling in front of the earring case I was studying the offerings when another sales clerk approached me. "Hi, I'm Kathy. Can I help you with something?" Looking up, I smiled at her. At first I bit my tongue trying not to say what I was thinking, but gave up. "I've been thinking about getting my ears pierced and just looking at the ear rings that you offer almost has me convinced to do it." Kathy was set back just a bit. There were a lot of guys who had an ear pierced, singular, but very few that came into an upscale jewelry store to have it done. And, if she had heard him right, he said ears, not ear. I was altogether un-phased by her moment of confusion. "I really like the small diamond studs with the gold setting, but I also think that the gold and platinum studs are quite lovely. What do you think?" Now she was really confused. Not only was he talking about both ears, but also he was trying to decide between two very feminine pairs of earrings. Not wanting to hurt his feelings in any way, she studied both pairs and considered it for a while. "Well, I can certainly understand your dilemma. Both pairs are exquisite. You know you could always go with double piercing and wear both pairs. I think that they would really compliment each other." Kathy was sure that she had gone too far with this last comment. She studied the look on his face and expected him to get up and leave at any moment. She worked on a commission basis and was certain that she had just lost a nice sum of money by not keeping her mouth shut. I studied the two pair of earrings more closely as I listened to Kathy. Suddenly, it dawned on me, she was right. It was quite fashionable to have your ears double pierced. It made all the sense in the world. I looked at her and smiled. So it was that I left the jewelry store 30 minutes later with Jen's birthday present wrapped in a beautiful silver paper with a red bow attached, and two sets of studs adorning my ears. I made my way through the mall and out to my car. If anyone noticed, I did not realize it. Moreover, I didn't care. Once I had made my decision I knew I was right, and the sales girl was right, the two pair of earrings did compliment each other. I couldn't wait to get home and show them to Jen. I arrived home a couple of hours ahead of Jen. There was going to be a party tomorrow with several other couples, but I wanted to give her the present I had purchased for her tonight. That way, she could wear it to the party and show it off. I carefully made my preparations, preparing a light meal complete with her favorite wine. It was ready to serve when she arrived. I had made other plans also, but they would wait until later. When Jen arrived, I greeted her at the door with a passionate kiss. I escorted her to the table where her wine was already poured. "Relax and enjoy the wine, dinner will be ready in just a minute." Jen smiled at my attention. This was something she was going to enjoy getting used to. She sipped her wine as I served the meal. I had prepared a mixed seafood salad with shrimp and snow crab and served it with warmed garlic vinaigrette. Added to the fare were warm crusty bread rolls drizzled with melted sesame, ginger butter. When the meal was served, I sat across the table from Jen and studied her face carefully looking for a sign of satisfaction. As she tasted her first mouthful, she smiled and I knew he had done well with the meal. As Jen tasted the delicious seafood, she looked at me and smiled her appreciation. When she did, she noticed the sparkle of my earrings. Up to this point, I had been so busy that she had not seen them. With out being too obvious, she studied them carefully. Not only were my ears pierced, but also they were double pierced and I was wearing two lovely pairs of studs. She smiled again just managing to suppress a giggle. She could hardly wait to see what other surprises waited for her. After dinner I served Jen another glass of wine telling her to relax and enjoy. I quickly cleaned off the table and headed upstairs. She had no idea what I was up to, but waited and enjoyed the wine and giving me a little time. She might want me to give her a back rub to help her loosen up a bit, and then she would ravage my body before sending me off to bed, but I had other plans. Jen waited another 20 minutes, relaxing and enjoying her wine. She knew that I was up to something being so caring and so attentive to her every need but she had no idea what it was. There was so much more that we talked about. It used to be that all I wanted to talk about was my latest investment success. Now, we talked about styles of clothes, movies and music, and all sorts of other things. Jen knew that I had always loved her, but now I was so much more open with my affection. Jen made her way up the stairs and down the hall towards my room. This was the only place I was allowed other than the bathroom. But as she started by the door to her room her eye caught a glimpse of me. I was there, next to her bed kneeling in my place and surprised her by wearing another of her nightgowns. This one was pink and covered in rows of ruffles and lace. I also wore the matching panties and two pink bows in my hair. Jen walked across the room to where I was next to her bed. Sitting next to me on the bed she bent down and gave me a kiss on the cheek. As she did, she noticed that I was wearing a bit of her make up, a slight amount of pink eye shadow along with a little pink blush and ice pink lip gloss, she kissed me again, this time on the lips and with great passion. When the kiss ended we drew apart from each other. Reaching to the nightstand where I had set the small package, I handed it to Jen. "Happy Birthday. I hope that you like it. I really wanted to get you something special." Jen untied the bow and tore away the paper. Slowly, she opened the box and looked. "Oh my! It is so beautiful. How? Why? Oh it is so lovely!" She slid it on to her finger and admired how the light reflected off the stones. "You are so special to me. I love it. I'm going to be so good to you tonight." She kissed me again, and then left me there while she changed. She returned wearing a white negligee, her hair pulled up and held with a matching ribbon. She climbed onto the bed pulling me up beside her. She laid me on my back and pulled my hands above my head. She used the ribbon from the gift box to tie my hands together and then tie them to the headboard. The bond was purely symbolic but she knew I would dare not to pull my hands loose. Jen took her time, exciting every bit of passion and emotion, both mine and her own. When she was through, we lay in each other's arms. It seemed that neither wanted to be the first to let go of the embrace. We kissed again, a deep and lasting kiss, and when our lips parted we drifted off to sleep. VI In the morning, I was up early and had breakfast ready when Jen made it to the kitchen. Warm, fluffy omelets, fresh squeezed orange juice and hot coffee greeted her as she sat at the table. While she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, I still wore my attire from the previous night. "Joel dear, you are just too good to me. You know that you are spoiling me rotten. After last night's performance I almost decided to forgive you but I changed my mind when I saw you serving breakfast. I'm not ready to have the old Joel back. Besides, I realized that I've still not fully forgiven you for your affairs and sexual antics with all those other women; the new Joel is a much better companion. You were genuinely interested in me as more than a sexual partner. We talked about all sorts of things that we've never approached before. We go places and do things that are fun and exciting not that just fill the time between meals and sex. But no, I'm not yet ready to forgive and forget. You still have a long tuff lesson to learn." I was seated at the end of the table quietly eating when she broke free from her parable. "Joel, you still have your nightgown on this morning. Are you going to change or just lounge around all day?" I swallowed my last bite before he answered. "I thought we agreed that my name was Crystal whenever I dressed in my special cloths? Besides, I plan to change just as soon as I clean up the breakfast dishes. We have a busy day today with your party and all. I also have something else that I need to do. You won't mind if I run out for a while this morning, will you?" Jen seemed a little surprised by my answer. She looked as if she were ready to drag me back to bed for a repeat of last nights fun and games. The look on her face gave her away and I was quickly apologizing. "Oh Jen, I am so sorry. I can postpone my appointment if you like. It's just that I've been a naughty girl lately and have been spending Joel's money. Yesterday, I heard about a job possibility and called to schedule an interview for today. It really isn't much of a job, just a clerk at Dunn's department store at the mall. It would be weekends and one or two nights a week but the extra money sure would help. It seems like there are a hundred things that I need to buy, and I don't feel right about spending Joel's money." Jen smiled as I apologized. This was very interesting. I was separating Joel and Crystal as if they were two totally different people and Jen seemed to sense it. I was there all right, Joel that is, but when I took on my feminine persona Crystal was in charge and Joel was off somewhere else all together. I don't know how I did it, but it just seemed to happen. "I am sorry Crystal. How silly of me to call you Joel. Certainly you may go to your job interview. I know how determined that you are to make it on your own and this sounds like a wonderful opportunity. I'll just relax while you're gone so that I'm rested up for the party. As a mater of fact, why don't you go get yourself ready for your interview and I'll clean up the kitchen for you? I'll still have plenty of time to relax when I'm done." With that decided, Crystal bounded up stairs to get dressed, but twenty minutes later it was Joel that came down ready to head to the interview. Interesting, how I keep the two personalities separate but allow for intertwining when necessary. I wonder if Jen can rationalize this in her mind and then explain it to me. I'll have to keep that in mind to ask when we have our next session. It was mid afternoon when I returned home. Jen was sitting in the kitchen enjoying some tea and I hurried through the front door laden with packages and dashed up the stairs. I was back down in a few minutes and joined her for tea. I was almost giggling in excitement, and Jen knew that I must have gotten the job. Before she could ask, I just blurted it out. "I start Tuesday. I'll be working in the Formal Wear Department. They have a Bridal Shop and do tuxes as well as ladies formal wear and they needed a man to help with the fittings and selections. The department manager Mrs. Hines told me that they have had some problems keeping guys in the department because 90% of the business is women. There are four ladies that work there and apparently the last few guys were frustrated being the only guy in the department. I guess that they transferred to hardware or appliances and that one of them just quit. I don't understand. It doesn't seem like that big of a deal to me. Mrs. Hines told me that if I stay through the 30 day probation period that I would get a bonus and a raise if I agreed to stay in that department." Jen was amazed with my degree of excitement. "I've never seen you get this excited about your regular job, and sometimes it's like you live and breathed for it. I'm very happy for you. It does sound like a wonderful position. But I'm sure that it didn't take you all this time just to get through the interview. By the looks of the packages you carried in, you must have done a little shopping. Are you going to show me what you bought, or is it a surprise?" I smiled at Jen then bit my lip as if thinking about what to do. "Well, I just couldn't resist. They told me that I would receive a 30% off in any of the clothing departments and 15% in all other departments. They gave me my ID card and said that all I had to do was show it to the clerk when I paid and that I could start using it at any time. So I figured, why wait? Besides I needed something to wear tonight. They also let me charge everything to my new Dunn's credit card so I didn't have to worry about not having any cash with me, see." Suddenly Jen appeared as if she wasn't sure if she was talking to Joel or to Crystal. She picked up the credit card that I had laid on the table and looked at the name, there she found the answer. The card was in the name of C.M. Jennings. "C.M. Jennings, who is C.M. Jennings?" she asked while sliding the card back across the table. "Why it's me silly. Crystal Maria Jennings. I thought that it probably wasn't a good idea to put my whole name on it and they didn't have any issue with using my initials. Now I just have to wait for my first check to pay off what I already charged." Suddenly Jen seemed concerned. The dinner party tonight was with some of our closest friends. She was worried about what I had bought and needed to see it before turning me loose on our friends. For all she knew I might have bought a gown. I was having such fun teasing her with the idea that I might have purchased something totally off the wall. "Why don't we go upstairs and you can show me what you bought? Maybe this way I can head off any problems with out upsetting Joel or Crystal." I stood but told her to stay put. "Take your tea into the living room and I'll go change. Then you'll have a chance to inspect the finished product." Jen sat in her favorite chair with her legs curled up underneath her. I could see that she was worried. She knew that I needed to be punished, but was she afraid that I was getting out of control? She had left the decision making up to me, but it seemed like things were moving a little faster than she expected. Maybe I needed to slow down; after all I would feel awful if I caused her any anguish. When I entered the room, Jen breathed a sigh of relief. The outfit I wore was very sharp and stylish. She seemed surprised that I had picked it out on my own. The pants were black dress pants with pleats in front to lie flat. The shirt was medium gray in a cotton blend that looked soft to the touch. The shirt was covered with a pull over sweater vest in the same color of grey with a pattern woven through it in black. All in all Jen appeared impressed with me for having picked out such a nice outfit. She gave me a kiss and told me how nice I looked. Then it was her turn to get changed. Jen's outfit for the party was a little dressier than mine, but she was the birthday girl. She also knew that the other women that would be there tonight would dress better than there husbands, it was a girl thing. Her dress was black silk with a plunging neckline and short hemline. She wore simple gold jewelry with the exception of her new ring, which she wanted to show off. She pulled her hair up into a loose twist leaving several tendrils hanging softly along the line of her neck. She stepped into three-inch heels then sat to do her make up, added a spray of perfume and was ready to go. When she entered the living room I let out a long low whistle. "Wow! Another year older and just as sexy and beautiful as every. It's no wonder that I fell in love with you." Jen offered her hand and I took it and kissed it softly. We then turned together and headed out the door. The drive to the restaurant went by in silence. It was as if neither of us wanted to break the silence and risk loosing the magic. The evening was off to a great start and offered only to get better. Arriving at the restaurant, we were met by the other members of the group for the party. Bob Thoms, my best friend was the first to show up with his wife Marlene. Jens best friend Donna Skyle who was also a doctor, arrived with her husband Rich. The last to arrive was Beth Daniels and her husband Mark. They had been in school with us and had recently moved to Madison taking new jobs there. As I suspected, all of the women were dressed at least as well as Jen was, and the guys were all much more casual. The dinner went off with