Title: In Their Service When Lucas met Diana, she was sweet, reserved, but with eyes that hid storms. They married young, for love—an intense love, but full of mysteries. It was only years later, when they were mature and comfortable with each other, that Diana revealed what really burned inside her. "I want more. I want to be adored, served... and not just by you, my love." Lucas looked at her, surprised. Not by her boldness, but by the clarity with which she said it. Their marriage had always been solid, but that night, something changed. A new layer of desire revealed itself—raw, powerful, and dangerous. Diana began to transform. From a loving wife, she became a self-assured Domme. She discovered the pleasure of dressing for herself—sky-high heels, lace garters, leather necklaces. Lucas, on the other hand, began to occupy a new place in the home: no longer as the dominant husband, but as the silent and devoted submissive. She called him “my good boy.” And he loved it. It all started with glances and flirting at bars they frequented together. Diana made a point of taking Lucas, seating him at a reserved table, ordering him a drink, and then walking to the bar, where she would choose her prey for the night. It was there that she embodied her persona: confident, powerful, deliciously irresistible. Lucas watched, swallowing hard, as men approached, drawn by that animal magnetism she exuded. The first time she brought one of them home, Diana was clear: “You watch. You don’t touch. You don’t talk. You just obey.” The man was tall, muscular, with a smug smile and a hungry look. Lucas served the drinks while the other undressed her. Every piece of clothing she dropped on the floor, Lucas picked up, with a mixture of devotion and humiliation. Sitting in his chair, he watched the woman he loved being adored, possessed, worshipped by another—and every moan she let out was like a sweet, cruel stab in his chest. Diana rode like a goddess, her eyes fixed on Lucas’s. It was to him that she moaned loudest, as if to say: See what it is to be desired. See what you have given me permission to do. See how much I am yours… and no one else’s. And then—when the visitor had left, sated and exhausted—she would return to Lucas’s lap, naked, sweaty, triumphant. “Now it is your turn to worship me, my good boy.” Lucas would clean her with his tongue, kiss her feet, thank her for being included in that universe of pleasure and power. For him, there was no greater humiliation—nor a deeper honor. Over time, Diana went further. She began to plan meetings in advance, to select lovers who would bow to her will but who would treat her like the queen she was. She gave orders, set rules, and made Lucas watch everything, recording it on video, taking care of the details, preparing the environment. On one of those nights, with candles lit and soft music playing in the background, Diana brought a couple. A Domme like herself, and her own submissive. “Today you will see what it is to be truly tamed,” Diana whispered in Lucas’ ear, while the other woman ran her hand over his chest, laughing mischievously. The couple performed as if in a ritual. The two women exalted each other, exchanged knowing looks, dominating their submissives like queens on thrones of lust. Lucas felt small, but never so alive. Little by little, their routine adapted to their new lifestyle. Lucas loved and served Diana absolutely. His fidelity was not measured in jealousy, but in obedience. Diana, in turn, reigned with wisdom: she knew exactly how far to go, when to provoke, when to console. In a world of clear limits and confessed desires, they found fulfillment. He, in the role of submissive servant, devoted voyeur. She, as the merciless, sensual and magnetic hotwife. Together, they explored the extremes of pleasure with trust, surrender and, above all, love. Because, in the end, it wasn't about infidelity. It was about worship.