You are at “The Dungeon”, making minor adjustments to your room before your client arrives. The room is set up like an office, with a sturdy wooden desk and a rolling chair. You recommended some cheap bookshelves with expendable knickknacks, that way the room looks professional and can be used as “The Boss’s Office”, “The Principal’s Office” or any other office where the client wants an office setting. It reminds you of the office of your manager, before you left your business consulting job. You would probably still be there if you hadn’t decided that you needed to make major changes in your life.
About 6 months ago, you brought your husband to The Club, and he was celebrated for being a finalist in the “No Nut Month” competition. He looked so sexy both in and out of his butler’s outfit. Sometimes you don’t know which turns you on more, knowing that he does as you command, getting fucked while he watches, or the pleasure you get from him lovingly cleaning you up afterwards.
At first, going to The Club, and picking up guys, who were longer and thicker than your Servant was a turn on. But after a while, you realized that they weren’t really fucking you, they were just fucking any hole that they could. You were giving your power and control over to them.
One night, you brought your Servant, in his full butler’s outfit. You think he looks sexy in it, but you never tell him that. You love watching him stand, rigid, awaiting your command. Ignoring women and some men, trying to get his attention, for a dance, a drink, or sex. He is loyal to you in a way that you don’t see with the other Female Led Relationships and their partners.
On this night, before the main event started, you found Madam Shade and asked her if she will join you for a drink so you could ask a few questions. She smiled broadly, led you to her table and had her ever-present slave, always clad in only a leather G-string and spiked collar, bring you drinks. You talked with her about being “in charge”, explained that your husband encouraged you to be the dominant one in the marriage. You liked that feeling, the control, and the respect. She listened attentively, as you continued explaining that in your “day job”, you weren’t really respected. Management knew your work and liked it, but as often as not, your male coworkers took credit for ideas . You took a drink and paused for a moment.
She placed her dark hand with dagger-like fingernails on yours and asked “So what do you really want, Honey? I’ve seen some of the men who fuck you here. If that’s what you want, that’s on you. But your man,” she nods towards your servant, “he’s something special. Remember, getting railed by some big dick is fun, but if you want to command and be respected, then…”
“I want to be more like you.” You blurted out. She looked at your dress, which was another of your evening gowns with matching panties.
“Honey, everyone has their style. You don’t have to wear leather and fishnets. I just happen to like them. Wear what makes you feel confident and strong.” She looked at her watch, as her slave quietly moved behind her. “It’s show time. Take your servant home. Think about what you really want, then come back and pick which losers you wanna use.” She then got up, moving her hips in a way that is sexy to everyone watching, and walked to the stage, where her slave waited with the microphone.
You finished your drink before Madam Shade could announce whatever that night’s feature was, “Hot Wife Free for All”, “Couples Swap Spectacular”, or some other activity to get the crowd going. You walked up to your husband, took his hand and left the Club.
Silently he opened the car door and waited for you to enter. Once he was behind the steering wheel, he asked “Straight back to the house, Mistress?” You nodded, lost in thought. Once you got home, he undressed you, and then sat on the bed, “What’s a matter, my love?”
You looked at yourself in the mirror, naked except for your G-string. “I’m not sure.” You paused and turned to him. He immediately stood up and at attention. “Slowly undress for me.” You commanded. He did as he always does, carefully getting out of his tux, and laying it flat before hanging it up. His arms are more toned than you remember, as are his abs and thighs. After hanging up his butler’s tux, he is wearing only a pair of silk panties that you bought for him. There is something about seeing him like that, that turned you on. “Why are you wearing the panties?” you ask almost conversationally.
“Because you told me to, and I enjoy the feeling of them.” He responded still standing at attention. It reminded you of a scene from a war movie, the almost naked soldier standing at attention as a sergeant inspects him.
You walked directly in front of him, reached down and started stroking him through the panties. “Is this what you like?” you asked.
“Yes Mistress.” He responded, as he got hard in your hand.
You gripped him firmly. “Do you enjoy watching me getting fucked by guys with big cocks?”
“Watching you, no Mistress. I enjoy seeing you orgasm. I prefer helping you climax. I wish I had what you want. But I don’t so I understand my place. And you always return to me, for which I am grateful.” As you stroked him, you looked at his waxed chest, and his belly which was flatter than you remembered.
“You have continued working out?” you asked.
“Of course, my Love. You told me I was to get in shape, keep myself smooth, use the soap and aftershave that you liked.” His dick was nice and hard in your hand.
It had been a while since you sucked him, but when you pulled him free from his panties, his smoothly waxed dick looked so tasty and ready. That night you sucked him off, then had him eat you, and then rode him again until you were sweaty and exhausted. You used him.
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