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My package had arrived! My order of leather restraints, hood, ball and cock gag, and assorted whips was finally here. Although a little pricey, I knew it would be worth it. You see, last month while cleaning out the attic I found a packet of letters from my husbands' last relationship. Together for ten years, and he treats me well, I was shocked at what saw/read. As he is a very powerful, successful, businessman, he has always treated me as a friend, and is beyond considerate. These letters showed an incredible different side. Suffice to say, she was dominant and he was a virtual slave at times.
Thus, my recent purchases as the dominatrix role had been a long time fantasy of mine, surely not one to share with anyone, especially my powerful husband who at all times treats me so well. So, I took a chance.
As I waited at home for him, I enjoyed my look in the full length mirror. Black heels, fishnet stockings, short leather skirt, leather bustier, and hancuffs in hand. His arrival was heralded by the usual "hi honey, I'm home" to be followed by keys hung, etc. I called out to him to make me a drink and while he did at our bar I confronted him in the candlelight. His mouth dropped open as I stated, "..get out of those clothes and bring me the drink on your knees slave!" What I saw in his eyes assured me that I was right. I laid out the ground rules with him naked in front of me. I had seen his letters, and knew that he was capable of being a slut/slave for her, and he would now be for me. He tried to deny, but his hardening cock lied him out. I told him that this was my fantasy as well and it was time for him to give it me. As he stammered, I stepped behind him and delivered a stinging blow on his ass with my crop. The charade was over I said, and the night was beginning.
At my commands, it was moments before his naked body was on his knees before my barstool and as I sipped a vodka, I watched him lapping my fishnetted toes. What a sight! His powerful shoulders hunched over my feet licking like a dog. My pussy was getting very wet so I stood and presented my ass to his licking tongue. "Not good enough" I snapped. In short order I had his naked body hanging, hands overhead from the stairwell with restraints, and I placed a cock gag in his mouth. Turning him, I started to administer a whipping to his ass leaving him twisting in the air. Removing the gag, I inquired if he was ready to serve my every need. Stammering yes, and with the required, "yes, Mistress" I allowed him to lap a cocktail from my fingers. Now it was time to assert REAL control. Having watched the clock, I went upstairs to allow the all important visitor in the front door.
Greg, my hairdresser, joined us in the basement bar and I ordered my slave to his knees after releasing his restraints. I proclaimed that he was to satisfy my fantasy of man cocksucking and to get to it. A few cracks from my crop, as will as the view of my pussy at face level soon had him loosening Greg's trousers, and with my hand in his hair, thrusting his mouth to greg's cock. I luved it! The whole picture had my pussy soaking. I clearly directed every move. "..that's right, lick the head, suck it into your mouth, lick his balls, suck that cock..." The more I ordered, the better he got. Soon, Greg stiffened and began shooting gobs of cum in my husband's mouth, which he drew back from resulting in getting his mouth and face covered with cum. So hot. Greg then flopped on a bar stool, and I led hubby by his leash to my stool where I allowed him to lick my soaking pussy. In moments I was drenching his face with my squirting juices. Greg and I enjoyed a drink while my slave knelt before us. I wanted a little more fun, so I ordered slave to lick Greg's cock. As it started to harden, I asked Greg to stand, (obviously he doesn't have sex with women) and turn around. Hubby sat confused until I told him to tongue fuck Greg's ass until he gets hard again. I helped by grabbing his hair and jamming his face into Greg's asscheeks. It wasn't long before his probing tongue had Greg's cock hard again, and in short order I yanked my slave's leash to place him over the barstool offering his ass. I jammed his face in my cunt as Greg slid his cock into my slave's ass. He moaned, but in minutes was fucking back into the cock taking him from behind. Before he came, I had Greg pull out of his ass, remove the condum, and pump his cum into my slave's gaping mouth.
Shortly thereafter, Greg bade me farewell with thanks, and i returned to the basement bar. I explained that once a monthe we would have a "Mistress" session, and he would obey. I could see that sitting on the floor naked, with cum on his face, and begging to serve me further, I had made the right decision.
I write this at the end of the evening above. At this moment my slave is painting my toenails, and his reward will be to eat my pussy again and I'll let him cum on my toes and lick them off.
Thank God for not throwing away letters!
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