You wake up early, feeling your husband’s back pressed against yours. The alarm will go off in another 15 minutes or so, but you want a few minutes before he gets up. Slowly you climb out of bed, and throw on your silk robe.
You fire up the coffee maker, and then go to the computer, to look at Evan Andrews’ request. Rereading it, and looking at his photo, you aren’t sure you should even do the interview. But if you ‘Reject’ without talking to him, what does that say about your fears and desires. His sexual activity preference list reads like someone who wants to be in control. He tried to fuck you again after you broke off the affair. But that was almost a year ago. The last time you saw him was a few months ago, when you left your previous job.
“Still debating what to do about him?” your husband asks as he hands you a cup of coffee.
You take it and take a sip. It feels hot and strong, like you like it. “If I don’t meet him, am I running away?” you ask quietly.
He pulls up a chair and sits next to you. “Read it to me like it was any other new client, My Love”.
You review his questionnaire out loud, stressing that there is no bondage, no spanking, no discipline of any kind mentioned. He just wants sex.
“And do you, as Mistress Monica, take those kind of clients?” He asks as he sips his coffee.
“No. It sounds like he wants a prostitute. Someone to pay and fuck.” You say a little more confidently.
He stands and kisses your forehead. “Do the interview portion and reject him to his face, or reject him and give him to someone else. I’m going to shower and get ready for work. Today is ‘delivery day’ so I’ll be on the forklift all day.”
You stand and kiss him. “Yes my strong manservant, get cleaned and dressed for work. I’ll pack you a lunch.”
“You could join me in the shower, if you want.” He says with a playful grin.
“If I did that, I’d want to use you all morning and you’d be late for work. Then I would have to punish you, for being naughty.” You respond in a sexy tone.
“Mistress knows best.” He says as he finished his coffee and puts the mug in the sink. You make him a quick lunch of a couple of sandwiches, a bag of chips, an apple and an orange, plus refilling his large water bottle. It all fits nicely in the lunch cooler you bought for him years ago. You also fill a travel mug of coffee and refill your cup.
He comes into the kitchen smelling of Bay Rum and Sandalwood. His work coveralls look crisp and clean. “Here you go.” You say handing him his lunch and his mug. “Be good at work and be careful.” You kiss and he gives you a firm embrace.
“And you have a good day at work too. Discipline all of those ‘naughty boys’. If you pull out something for dinner, I’ll make it when I get home.”
“Ok. How about fish tonight?” you say as he nods and heads out the door.
You quickly pull a couple of frozen fillets and place them in the refrigerator to thaw. You then go back to the computer, and Hit “Accept”. You want to do the interview portion and reject him in-person.
You only have a couple of sessions before Evan’s scheduled time. One is Barry, who needed to be paddled for his mistakes, and the other was George who needed to beg and grovel before you as his female boss, licking your shoes clean, being told “how worthless he is and how lucky his is to still work for you.” His kink is masturbation and denial. So, to help prove his “worthiness” he sits on a metal chair and strokes himself as you tease him with your low cut top and short skirt, showing the tops of your stockings, but concealing whether or not you are wearing panties. You sit on the top of your desk, crossing and uncrossing your legs as he strokes and listens to you. You have him stop multiple times as you talk about his size and his performance, then he starts stroking again. Today you allow him to cum, he then has to lick his jizz from his fingers and then wipe the metal chair.
After the room is empty, you look in the mirror, do you want the blouse showing your cleavage, or do you want to change into something different? You know that some of the other Dom’s put on a thick terrycloth robe, to cover their outfit during the interview phase. Yes, you’ll do that.
The Dungeon keeps a stock of these white cotton robes with “The Dungeon” embroidered on the left side.
You pull one from the storage cabinet and put it on. It is soft and warm. Your “office” is not as cold as some of the other sets. Your room is hardwood and paneling. Some of the other rooms kept the cold stone and cinder-block look.
The phone on your desk rings. “Mistress, your next appointment is here.”
“Please escort him in.” you say as you set your laptop on the desk, and pull up Evan’s request.
A moment later there is a knock at the door and the receptionist opens it. “Mistress, here is your next appointment.”
“Thank you.” You respond and motion for Evan to sit in the metal chair. You don’t look at him, but instead stare at the screen. ‘Hans’, a large muscular ‘slave’ in a ‘gimp’ mask, follows and stands silently by the closed door.
Evan is wearing sport coat, tie, and slacks. He must have had a client meeting today. “You look good.” He says as he crosses his legs and tries to lean back in the stiff metal chair.
“In here you will address me as Mistress Monica, Mistress, or Ma’am. Is that clear.” You say in a calm but stern tone. “Do you understand what goes on here?”
“Yes Ma’am, I’m going to pay to have sex with you.” He says in a cocky tone. “We used to fuck for free. But now you work here, and I’ll pay for that pussy.”
“You don’t want to be at ‘The Dungeon’. You want a brothel. You don’t want to learn from a Dominatrix, you want a whore to fuck.” You say in a dismissive tone.
“Learn? Is that what people do here? I saw the website. All I saw was people wearing leather, getting spanked. Isn’t that what you do?” He responds.
You stand up, walk around the desk and rest against the top, your stocking clad legs showing through the robe.
“You aren’t ready to learn what I do.” You say in a seductive tone. “I read your questionnaire. You just want a hole to fuck. That makes for bad sex.”
“What do you teach here?” he asks in a sarcastic tone.
You walk up to him and softly caress the side of his face. “We teach various aspects of pleasure. Types of pleasure, that based on your answers, you aren’t ready to explore.”
“You like how we fucked. Isn’t that why I’m here?” He says, trying to gain control.
You take a step back and rest your firm ass on the desk’s edge. Looking at your nicely manicured fingernails, you respond, “No. I was curious if you had changed, but were just too cowardly to write your real answers.”
He moves to stand. “Sit” you command, and ‘Hans’ steps up and places a meaty hand on his shoulder, pressing him back down on the chair. He looks at him. “What’s his deal? Is he your slave?”
You nod for ‘Hans’ to step back. “No. He works here as an enforcer. He dresses that way because his Mistress likes it and its his sign of loyalty to her and this place.” You step closer again, and lean forward almost putting your face to his. In a soft but firm tone you say. “I’ve seen your work. I know how you do things. You get by on your ‘pretty boy looks’ and by saying the right things. You think that you have a big dick and women want you because of that. You’re wrong. I quickly learned how poor of a lover you are when I quit you. You don’t understand how to give a woman an orgasm, you just want to fuck until she moans enough. You don’t understand loyalty and submission. These are words ‘used by other people, but don’t apply to you’. You’ve cheated on your wife for so long, I wouldn’t be surprised if she hasn’t found someone to give her the orgasms you aren’t.”
“You’re such a cunt.” He says in an angry tone.
You smile at that. “A cunt that you just want to fuck again. To prove to yourself what a ‘man’ you are. My husband, for all of his flaws, is ten times the lover you are. I should send him to your house to teach your wife what she’s really missing. But you want to be the client, not her. You’re not worth it.” You say as you turn away from him and sit back behind your desk.
“This was your Interview. Your deposit will be refunded. You are not a good fit.” You type on your laptop that he is “rejected”, and put a note that you recommend not assigning him to another Dom. He won’t be a good client.
You tell him what you typed, and hit enter. “Hans, please escort him out.”
“No. Wait. That’s not fair. I’m paying for you. You have to do what I want.” He says like a spoiled brat. You motion for ‘Hans’ to stop, but stay close.
“Mister Andrews, you obviously didn’t read the website carefully. This is a private club. You are paying for your membership and for my time. Your membership can be denied or revoked. As I said, you are not a good fit. You don’t want to learn, you want to be in control and to fuck. You can’t even control yourself.” You stand up again, open the robe to show your cleavage and short skirt. “You don’t know what I’ve learned in the past year, and what I can teach you. Go find yourself a hooker, or better yet go back to your wife. You have been rejected.” You walk to door and open it. “Hans, please escort Mister Andrews out.”
The muscled gimp places a hand on Evan’s shoulder and firmly twists his other arm behind his back. “This way sir.” He says in a deep voice. You close the door behind him.
“Too bad.” You say to yourself. “I would have liked paddling that ass. My husband will be so disappointed I didn’t.”
You look at your schedule, there aren’t any more clients. You put away your things and have the office set so another Dom can use it if they need.
You are home before your husband so you make dinner. Baked fish with a white wine sauce, steamed vegetables, brown rice, and a simple tossed salad, all of which is ready just before he arrives home.
“How was your day? Dinner’s ready.” You yell as you hear his steel-toed boots hit the foyer floor. He comes into the kitchen, rumpled, dirty, coveralls unbuttoned down to his waist. His t-shirt is damp with sweat. “It was a busy day. Let me get changed and cleaned up.”
You give him a kiss, and feel the stubble on his face. “Make sure you shave.” You say in a playful tone. “Do you want to tell me about your day? Or wait until you’re clean?” as you kiss him harder.
“I want to be clean for you. Be back in a few minutes.” He says, as he pulls off his t-shirt.
You dish up the plates and put them on the table, pouring a glass of white wine for each of you. He comes back, freshly showered, wearing a clean t-shirt and sweat pants. “That looks and smells so good.”
You smile at him, “Just like you.”
As you eat, you listen to him tell you about his day. The trucks he unloaded, the pallets he moved, and the shipments he loaded. “It sounds like a tough day.”
“It was, My Love.” He says leaning back, sipping his wine. “How was yours?”
You smile broadly, “It was better than I planned.” You explain that you did the interview with Evan.
“I’m glad to hear it. I wasn’t sure which you were going to choose this morning.”
“I decided to do it face to face. See and evaluate him in-person, then if he hadn’t changed, reject him.” You finish your wine. “I told him that he didn’t measure up, and that you are a much better lover than him.”
“Really?” He asks, with a smile.
You get up, walk behind him and whisper seductively, “I told him because you are a better lover, and I should send you over to give his wife the orgasms she’s missing.”
“Do you like the thought of that, My Love? Me pleasuring her on your command?” He responds playfully, taking one of your hands and kissing your fingertips.
You kiss his cheek. “If you hadn’t had such a tiring day, I’d have you show me how you would pleasure a strange woman.”
“I never said I was tired.” He says with a grin.
“I cooked, so why don’t you clean the kitchen. I’ll see you in the bedroom when you’re done.” You kiss him again and take your dirty dishes away.
“Of course, My Love.” He says with a devilish smile.
“I might even put on something a ‘housewife’ might wear. Just to make things more fun.” You say playfully.
In the bedroom you strip off your bra and panties, looking for a set of plain white cotton underwear, and then in your closet you find a simple spring dress. Its one bought as part of the “teacher” collection of outfits, something a kindergarten teacher would wear.
You hear the sound of the dishwasher, and your husband’s footsteps.
Turning you look at him with a fake look of surprise, and a sitcom accent. “Oh my, are you the handy man, come to give me what I’m missing?”
He smiles, hugs you tightly answering in a western drawl, “Yes Ma’am, I’m here to give you what you need.” He then picks you up and carries you to bed, where he takes his time pleasuring you.
When he’s done, you hold each other and you say softly. “You are my good boy. Thank you.”
He kisses you, smiles, and drifts off to sleep. You snuggle into his chest and fall asleep too.
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