The restaurant was dimly lit, with candles flickering on each table and soft music playing in the background. It was the perfect setting for a romantic dinner, but Sarah couldn't care less. She was too busy flipping through the menu, looking for something to eat but not really hungry.
Across from her, John was sweating profusely. He had been planning this night for weeks, rehearsing his proposal over and over in his head. But now that the moment was finally here, he couldn't seem to gather the courage to spit it out.
Sarah looked up from her menu and raised an eyebrow at him. "What's on your mind, Johnny?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
John took a deep breath and blurted out his proposal. "I want you to...cuckold me," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sarah burst out laughing, causing heads to turn in their direction. "You've got to be kidding me," she said, still chuckling.
John looked at her with a serious expression. "I'm not," he said. "I want you to be with other men, while I watch."
Sarah's laughter died down, and she looked at him with a mixture of amusement and intrigue. "And why exactly would I want to do that?" she asked.
John took a moment to gather his thoughts. "Because it turns me on," he admitted. "Seeing you with other men, knowing that you're satisfied...it's the biggest turn-on for me."
Sarah raised an eyebrow. "So you want me to cheat on you, but only because it gets you off?" she asked, a playful insult in her tone.
John nodded. "Yes," he said. "I know it's unconventional, but I can't help how I feel."
Sarah leaned back in her chair and took a sip of her wine. "I'll have to think about it," she said. "It's not every day a girl gets propositioned to cheat on her boyfriend."
John looked at her with hope in his eyes. "Please, Sarah," he begged. "I need this."
Sarah looked at him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Finally, she spoke. "Fine," she said. "I'll do it. But on one condition."
John's heart raced. "Anything," he said.
Sarah leaned forward, a wicked smile on her face. "You have to wear a dress and call me 'Mistress'," she said, her voice low and seductive.
John's eyes widened in shock. "What?" he stammered.
Sarah grinned. "You heard me," she said. "If you want me to fulfill your little fantasy, then you have to be willing to dress up and call me 'Mistress'. It's only fair."
John hesitated for a moment, but then he nodded. "Okay," he said. "I'll do it."
Sarah's grin widened. "Good boy," she said, patting his hand. "I'm glad we could come to an agreement."
John couldn't believe what he had just agreed to. But as he looked into Sarah's eyes, he knew that he would do anything to make her happy. Even if it meant wearing a dress and calling her 'Mistress'.
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