Mistress and Her Servant - Part 10 - Interview with Evan

 

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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Mistress and Her Servant - Part 9 - "Mistress" at Home

After a day working at “The Dungeon”, you pull into the driveway. Seeing that your husband is already home, you smile to yourself, “Yes, I need him to help me relax”.

As you walk in, you notice that the house still looks great. You hang up your purse and take off your black pumps. The cool of the tile in the foyer feels good through your nylons.

“Oh you’re home.” You hear him say as he comes from the laundry room “I just started a load of wash with my work coveralls. When they’re done, do you need me to do a load of yours, My Love?” He is wearing a t-shirt and sweat pants, as he comes closer. “You look a little tired. Was it a long day at work?”

You smile and hug him. “Yes, my loyal manservant, it was. Will you rub my feet?” You started playfully calling him your ‘loyal manservant’ after Madam Shade referred to him that way in the Club.

“Of course, My Love.” He responds honestly.

You go to the couch, have him sit on one end, as you sit on the other, placing your feet in his lap. “Do you want to tell me about your day?” He asks as he slowly rubs the bottom of your right foot. Softly at first, but then he adds more pressure to the balls of your feet and then down the arch. His hands are so strong and rough from his warehouse job, but they feel amazing.

You sigh and relax into the couch. “Do you really want to hear about my clients?”

“Of course.” He responds. The first time you did this, you were worried that he was getting some new excitement from hearing about your job as a “Mistress Monica” but soon you realized that he was just being the attentive husband you trained him to be, and that he wants you to relax and vent if you need. “What roles did you play today?”

“I was an Executive, a Teacher, and a Senior Manager.” You say in a relaxed tone as he takes your left foot and massages it. “Today I used my Office setting, and the Boardroom setting.” You explain.

“Which one did you use as a Teacher?” He asks as he slowly flexes and pulls your toes.

That feels so good. You close your eyes, “I used the office set. I had the staff bring in a couple of student desks to help with the setting.”

He nods. “So is this a “bad student” who needs to be disciplined?”

You sigh and smile. “Aren’t they all.” As he slowly massages both feet and rotates your ankles, you continue relating parts of your day.

“Should I move from your feet to your legs?” he asks.

You feel the softness of the couch against your back and pause weighing the options of a massage that would lead to sex, or going to the bedroom undressing and having sex there. “Lets move to the bedroom.”

“Of course My Love.” He responds as he moves your feet from his lap, stands and then extends his hand to you.

He helps you up. “I like how you look in those sweatpants.” You comment.

He smiles. “I just wanted something comfortable once I got home.” 

You reach down and give his crotch a gentile squeeze. “Are you wearing the silk panties I like on you?”

He leans in and kisses you. “Of course. You told me to continue wearing them. They feel soft and remind me of you all day.” You feel his dick harden through his pants.

Leading him to the bedroom, you have him pull down his pants and get on the bed. His hard little dick makes a beautiful silk tent of the white panties.

As he lies on the bed, you slowly strip off your blouse, teasing him, slowly revealing the black bra underneath. He puts his hands behind his head, knowing that he can’t touch himself without your permission. He’s well trained, obedient, but still masculine in the ways you need. His time at the gym with you helps to tone the muscles he doesn’t use at his job, making him so much more attractive to you than he was a year ago.

You set the blouse on the chair and then slowly unzip the skirt, swaying your hips in a way you know turns him on. He licks his lips in anticipation but doesn’t say anything. As you put your skirt on your blouse, you smile at him. “Good boy. You are nice and hard for me.”

“Yes, My Love.” He responds with a broad smile.

You keep the stockings and garter belt on but slowly slide your black lace panties off, revealing your nicely trimmed bush.

You hear him exhale with anticipation, but true to his training, he doesn’t say a word without permission.

Your fingers pull down the front of his panties and his nice hard dick lies on his stomach. You take it and slowly lick the tip. You enjoy how he feels in your mouth. Not too big and nicely shaped. You lick and suck him slowly, then move onto the bed and straddle his head. He knows what you need. With out a word, he lovingly licks your damp pussy. You feel his tongue explore your folds as you slowly move your hips back and forth. As you lick and suck, you slowly stroke him. “You’re nice and excited for me. Let me give you a nice reward and you.” You purr in a seductive tone.

“Thank you Mist..um.. My Love.” He responds and then sucks your clit. It’s tempting to grind against his mouth and lose yourself in pleasure, but you want to reward him for doing everything so well.

So you get off him, remove your bra, then straddle him again, this time slowly lowering yourself over his hard prick. You rub your wet lips across it a few times before you feed him into you. Then you start rocking back and forth. Slowly at first and then harder. He places his hands on your thighs and softly moans. “That’s it. Feel me on you. Using you for my pleasure.” You say in a soft but controlling tone.

“Yes, My Love.” He responds and moves his hips to thrust into you. It’s good, but not what you need, so you grab his wrists and hold them down, leaning over him, and riding him faster. Your clit grinding against his smooth pubic mound every time you flex forward.

Your pleasure builds and you squeeze him with your knees. “Oh Yes” you hear him say as you cum. You feel him pulsing inside of you too. 

You smile, because now you are a sticky mess that he’ll clean with his talented tongue. You lean forward and kiss him. “I think you came in me, didn’t you?”

“Yes. My Love. I’ll clean you.”

“Good Boy” you say as you roll off him and lie back. He takes his time licking, sucking, and cleaning you, as you orgasm a couple more times.

His mouth is wet with your juices, as you kiss him again.

“I needed that.” You say, then continue “Why don’t you check on laundry. I’ll heat up dinner. Don’t we still have leftovers from what you cooked yesterday?”

He nods and smiles as he gathers your ‘work clothing’.

You pull off your stockings and garter belt, hanging them up, and pulling on a pair of yoga pants and a loose t-shirt. You are tired of wearing a bra.

In the kitchen, you microwave and dish up a couple of plates. Your husband asks “Would Milady like wine tonight or something else?” 

You look at the hot food on the plates and answer “Yes, tonight I think a White would go well, or maybe a Rosé.” He steps behind you and pulls down a couple of wine glasses. You feel his chest rub against your back, which for some reason tonight just turns you on again. You turn and kiss him. “You do that so well.” You say.

“I try my best Madam.” He responds with that soft, loving tone in his voice.

Moving the plates to the table, you sit and wait for him to bring the wine. He picked the Rosé which smells wonderful and goes good with the food.

In a moment he is seated across the small table from you. “Is there anything else you need, my Love?”

You look at him, pick up your fork, and smile. “Not right now.”

After dinner, he cleans the kitchen, while you check your work phone. There is a new client request. You look at the name. Evan Andrews.

You sigh, that’s the name of the bastard you used to work with. You used to fuck him too, but that was before you changed your life and saved your marriage.

It might not be him, it could be another Evan Andrews. You go to your computer and log in to “The Dungeon”. On your page you see a new client request with a completed “client questionnaire”. The attached ID photo is of the Evan you knew. You shake your head, and chew on your lower lip as you read his answers.

“Sexual Activity: Giving Cunnilingus, Receiving Blow Job, including Rough Blow Job. Give Vaginal Sex, Give Anal Sex, No Condoms.” You don’t see anything about Spanking, Bondage, or Safe Words. This is not the kind of client you take. You are very tempted to hit “Reject, assign to different Server.” 

You feel your husband’s hand on your shoulder. “Is everything alright?” You hadn’t heard him walk up, so you are startled.

You look up at him, “I’m fine, it’s just a work request. But I think I will turn it down.”

“Why? He looks like a handsome enough guy. The kind of guys you picked up at The Club.” He says in a soft but neutral tone.

You reassuringly pat his hand. “He is the kind of guy I used to like to fuck. Actually he is the big dick loser I used when I cheated on you.”

He looks a little confused “Going to the Club wasn’t cheating. That was you getting the big cock you craved, and returning home.”

You shake your head. “No, he was before all of this. He was cheating on his wife and fucking me, before I stopped, and we made changes.”

“Oh. You never told me who he was.” He says in a softer tone.

You stand up, turn and hug your husband reassuringly. “At the time I was angry and confused. We made changes. For the better. We are still together and I love you.” It’s a phrase you rarely say to him, even though he calls you “My Love” all the time. You feel his strong arms around you as he returns your hug and kisses your neck.

Relaxing your hold, you look at him. “I was going to hit ‘Reject’ and have it assigned to someone else.”

He stops for a second and smiles. “Does he know how much stronger and better you are now?”

“He got a taste of it before I quit my old job. He was part of my contract team.”

“Was he good at contracts? Or did he make mistakes that you covered and corrected?”

“He was the ‘smooth talking’ kind of ‘good old boy’ that some clients wanted but wasn’t really good at completing the details.” You reply not really seeing where this is going.

He smiles broader, “I think you should do like you do for some of your clients who are poor performers. Secure him and paddle him until he does better.”

You hit save. You’ll look at it again in the morning. If you approve it, you can still cancel after the Initial Interview.

“Does it excite you, the idea of me punishing him.” You ask in a seductive tone.

“Yes. My Love.” He says taking your hand, and leading you to the bedroom. “I love the idea of you taking a man who you said was a sad loser with a big cock, tying him down, paddling his ass until it’s red, and then teasing him until he is about to cum, then denying his release. Telling him ‘get dressed, his session is done’. Then he has to return to his wife and explain both his red ass and his blue balls.”

You laugh at that. “My wicked ways are starting to rub off on you.”

“May I make love to you again, my Love?” He asks as he gives you a side hug.

“Of course. My loyal manservant. Show me the pleasures you can give. Let’s enjoy tonight. Tomorrow is another day”

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Mistress and Her Servant - Part 8 - "Mistress Monica" at Work

 

You have been working at “The Dungeon” for a couple of months now. You like it. Unlike your previous “corporate job”, you get to set your own schedule, as long as you coordinate with the other Mistresses and Masters. Each of you has a specialty. 

You, as “Mistress Monica”, are a “white collar” professional. Your roles include being a Manager, a Doctor, a Lawyer, a Teacher, and even Chairman of the Board. It all depends on what the client needs.

Today you are a ‘Senior Manager’. Your client, Barry is someone who is apparently works in some sort of office. His fantasy is to be punished by a female boss for making mistakes. Today’s fantasy is for him to bring you paperwork to review that he has worked hard on. When you find mistakes, he is to be punished. If his work is perfect, then he is to be sexually rewarded. 

You have your room set up with a large wooden desk and bookcases against the wall. Checking yourself in the full length mirror at the other end of the room, you look sexy and professional. A silk blouse, buttoned to your neck but sheer enough that your black lace bra is visible. Your hip hugging pencil skirt feels good, as it rubs against your black stockings. Today you have on black lace panties, but sometimes, with Barry, you don’t wear panties, flash him, and then punish him for not paying attention to his work. His punishments are agreed to via chats on your Dungeon account, the day prior. Sometimes he wants spanked, sometimes made to stroke himself but denied climax, and other times he wants yelled at and told how worthless he is. You have even threatened to fuck his ass with a large strap-on dildo. All of it gets him excited.

The best part for you is it’s physical and emotional control of him, and very little physical sex. He’s attractive enough if you wanted to use him for sex, but he’s paying to be dominated and controlled, like all of your clients. They get what they want, and it really doesn’t involve sex, unless you both want it. Besides, your husband; your personal manservant, has given you much better orgasms, since he learned his place, and learned how to more effectively pleasure you.

You do one last check in the mirror of your make up. It’s lightly applied but enough to accent your lips and lashes.

The phone on your desk rings. You glance at your watch, “Right on time.” You tell yourself. You pick up the receiver and hear, “Mistress Monica, your next client is here.”

“Send him to my room.”

“Yes Mistress” the front office receptionist replies.

In a few minutes. There is a timid knock on the door. You smile at that. You trained him to knock softly. If he knocked hard, like he was in control, you would punish him without a word spoken.

On your desk is an intercom button with a wireless speaker attached to the outside of your door. “Yes, who is it?” you say with a slightly angry tone.

“Yes, Ma’am, It’s Barry Gardner, and I have the monthly report. You said you wanted to review the hard copy?”

You respond “Very Good. Come in.”

He enters the room, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt with a striped neck tie, and navy blue slacks. Dressed like that, along with his wire rim glasses reminds you of a “Dilbert” character. You want to smile and laugh, but instead, you narrow your eyes in contempt, as you put your feet on your desk, and extend your hand.

He looks at your shiny black pumps, and stockings. You follow his eyes up to the hem of your skirt, as he licks his lips.

You clear your throat and snap your fingers impatiently.

He blushes, like a naughty schoolboy who was just caught. “Yes Ma’am. Here is your report.”

“Stand there until I finish reviewing it.” You command as you take it and start flipping through it.

Realistically you don’t care what the report is, but he is paying you to look at it and either punish him or reward him. Gross mistakes call for punishment, while a well formatted report earns a reward. Today is supposed to be a punishment day. So you slowly flip through the pages. As you do, you teasingly rub your crossed legs against each other. The soft sound of nylon rubbing against nylon teases him with the prospect of what’s hidden underneath. 

The first two pages are narrative, which you gloss over. No obvious spelling or grammar errors. Then there are the charts. For a fantasy, Barry puts in a lot of effort. You stop reading, grab a red pen from the top of your desk and start circling where there are obvious errors in the charts. You do this for a full page, then stop. Removing your legs from your desk, you set the pen down and stand up. An exasperated and disappointed sigh escapes your lips.

You walk from behind your desk. The sound of your heels clack on the hardwood floor. “Mister Gardner. Is this the type of work I allow?”

The tone of your voice is low but carries a hint of menace and danger in it. He glances at your legs, then your chest, before staring straight ahead. He is trying not to smile, but this is what he wants and you see him getting hard.

“Is there a problem with my work Mistress Monica?” he asks.

You slap the report on your desk. “Your productivity charts are substandard. The numbers are wrong and your totals don’t match.” You stand right behind him and whisper in his ear. “This won’t be tolerated. Drop your pants. Now!”

As he undoes his pants, you walk over to the bookcase. Hanging on a nail is a thick wooden yardstick. In a closet you have other crops, paddles, and whips, but today you are using the polished yardstick. With his pants around his ankles, you rub it across the cotton underwear covering his ass.

“Open the report, and make your corrections. For every error you find, you will receive a smack on your ass. Do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am.” He says in a soft but excited tone. He takes a mechanical pencil and begins making corrections.

“One… Two….Three….” you softly say as you smack the ruler against his ass.

Between each smack, you rub the ruler across his butt cheeks. He flips to the next chart and makes more corrections.

“Ten…..Eleven…. Twelve….” you say in a stronger tone of voice. Then you lean in close, your chest rubbing against his arm as you whisper. “If you reach 20 mistakes. I’m going to pull down your briefs, spank your bare bottom, and then get out a dildo and fuck your worthless ass. Is that what you want?”

You listen carefully to his response. If he really doesn’t want that, he will use his safe word, ‘butterscotch’.

He licks his lips, looks at the charts, and responds. “There are only a few more mistakes, Mistress. We won’t exceed 20. If I do, I fully accept my punishment.” You notice as he says this, his hard dick is tenting his cotton briefs.

“Very good Mister Gardner, then continue.”

“Yes Ma’am” he replies.

A few more swats on his ass, and then he stands up straight. “Everything is correct. Do you wish to review it?” You only got up to Eighteen.

You glance at the clock. His time is almost up. “That won’t be necessary. I trust you did a good job. If I find differently, then next time you are in my office, I will punish you more severely.” You say as you caress the side of his face with the smooth, hardwood stick, now warm from its use. 

You can see the excitement in his eyes as he says “Yes Ma’am.” A wet stain is visible on the front of his briefs. You hang up the yardstick as Barry pulls up his pants. “Thank you, Mistress Monica.”

Turning to him you ask, in a professional tone, “Are we continuing this next week, or do you have a new fantasy in mind?”

He collects his papers and pauses. “Can I tell you when I schedule my next session, Mistress?”

You give him a bored sigh and wave, “Of course. You may leave.” But inside you are smiling. He is a happy and satisfied customer. You take a moment and use disinfectant wipes on your desk. You don’t see any semen but you need to have everything clean for the next client.

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Unfaithful But Curious

You have been married for a few years and you do your best to care for your family, but recently you know there is something missing.

You have sex with your wife, but she isn’t as interested in it as she was when you first met, so you watch porn on your computer.

As you watch women suck the men, you sometimes wonder how it tastes. You notice that you are hard, not from watching the women, but from seeing those thick veiny cocks being sucked. As you jerk off, you lick your hand clean, tasting your own cum. At first it was different, but after a few times, you find you like the tingle on your tongue and the slightly acrid taste.

One night you tell your wife you are going out for drinks at a bar. You will be home soon you assure her.

You walk into the bar. You slip off your wedding ring and put it in a pocket.

Then you go up to the bar and order a drink.

You are dressed casually, but neat and clean and you notice a guy who has been staring at you.

You nod at him and he picks up his drink and sits next to you.

For a few minutes, you chat about sports, the weather, and other niceties. He leans close to you and says, “Do you want to join me in the Men’s room?” Nodding, you leave your drink and follow him.

The men’s room is empty. He leads you to the handicapped stall and secures the door.

He kisses you and undoes your zipper. You feel his hand in your pants as his warm lips are against yours. You taste the alcohol on his breath.

Reaching down, you unzip his fly and reach into his pants, finding he is already hard.

He whispers in your ear, “Do you want to suck me first?”

Then he lets go of yours and undoes his pants so his cock is free.

You get on your knees.

His hard cock looks as good as one from a video as you take the shaft in your hand and slowly stroke it.

You lick around the tip, and then suck on it. It feels warm in your mouth, though the taste is different. Your lips open a bit more and you take it in.

You feel it rub against the roof of your mouth and your tongue.

It feels different but good.

Grabbing the base of his thick shaft, you take it deeper in your mouth.

You suck firmly, and then back off.

Stroking up to the tip, your saliva makes it easier as you grab it firmly and stroke it faster.

He moans and places his hands on your head.

You spit on it, like you saw in the videos. That makes it more slick.

It feels so hard in your hands, you lick and suck the tip again.

He holds your head and thrusts into your mouth. It goes deeper than you planned.

You gag for a second, and back off of it. A string of saliva goes from his cock to your mouth. You stoke him harder.

“I want to fuck your mouth.” he says in a low voice.

You open your mouth and he thrusts in and out. You feel the tip in your throat. The thick shaft fills your mouth.

He is breathing harder as he holds your head and uses your mouth.

You tastes the sweet and acrid flavor of pre-cum. He then holds your head tightly against him as you feel it pulse in your mouth.

Warm, thick fluid spurts into you.

He lets go of your head. You back of his cock a bit and suck it.

He tastes different than you, but you like it. You suck him harder to get it all.

Your cock is so hard. You feel like you are almost ready to cum.

You stand up. ‘Your turn’ you say in a hoarse tone as you drop your pants.

He has slowed his breathing and gets down, licking your tip.

‘Oh God, that feels so good. Why can’t my wife do that?’ you think for a second.

You brace your hands on the stall walls. He licks your shaft. He more quickly strokes, spits on it, and strokes harder.

“You’re going to cum aren’t you?” he says in a low voice.

He holds your cock to his open mouth. He strokes it faster and harder.

Your balls are so tight as you shoot your load into his open mouth.

It feels so good. You feel like you’ve never cum so hard.

He keeps stroking as you feel his wet warm mouth on you.

He is sucking your cum, just like you did his. You realize that you are sweating and panting.

You slow your breathing and back up, so you can pull up your pants.

He is standing and zipping up his fly.

“Should we finish our drinks, or do you need to get back home to your wife?” He asks.

You look at your watch. ‘I can finish my drink, but then I should go back home.’

“Same here. Let me tell you about some of the other guys who come here.”

He says as we go back to our table.

Looking at Leaves in the Ridge and Valley Country

This morning, like most since you have been furloughed, is another frustrating one. You watch the morning news as you have your coffee. 

“No Changes with the Government….And today the President announced…” You turn off the TV and go to the kitchen to make something for breakfast. Your wife is there, still wearing her thin nightgown, pouring herself a cup of coffee. “Anything in the news?” she asks.

You angrily grumble “Of course not. Another day sitting around with no paycheck on the horizon.”

She comes over, kisses your forehead, then your lips. “We have enough in savings. We are okay. The bills are up to date. We have food in the pantry. We are doing better than some.”

You take a sip from your mug. “You’re right. I just wish I was doing something…”

She cuts you off. “Let’s drive to the mountains. According to the news, the National Parks are still open, but have limited facilities. If we drive out to the Ridge and Valley country, we can take some great photos.”

You want to stop her and complain that it will cost gas, but you haven’t had to commute into work for a couple of weeks now. So you stop and think, she’s right. “Do you want to just take photos, or do you want to also bring your sketch book and paints?” you ask.

“Oh, I hadn’t thought about that.” She responds, as she pulls up the weather on her phone. “The weather today will be clear and comfortable. I can pack my pencils and paints.”

You smile and nod as she gets excited. “I know of a couple of overlook spots, where we can stop.” You say. “When do you want to do it?”

She looks at the time. “Let’s get dressed and just go.”

You kiss her, a bit more passionately. “Yes. Let’s get dressed, pack a lunch, and go.” You both put on jeans and a T-shirt. You grab a flannel shirt and wear it unbuttoned, and she grabs a zip-up hoodie. You also grab light jackets, and hand her one. “Just in case it is cooler out there.”

She takes it “Good thinking. I also think there is a blanket in the backseat of the car, which we can use if we need.”

In a cloth grocery bag you toss some sandwiches, and a bag of chips,. She fills up water bottles, and places a couple of them in a small cooler, along with a plastic container of left over pasta salad.

“Snacks and lunch.” You say grabbing the bag and cooler. “Do you have your sketchbook and paints?” you ask.

“Give me a second.” She says as you carry things to the car. She comes out with a small tackle box, holding her art supplies, and two different sized sketch books.

“Should I bring a good camera?” you ask.

“No. Let’s just use the cellphones.” She responds.

You think for a moment. “If I’m driving, then I can’t be taking photos, but she can concentrate on photos and painting.” You nod “You’re right. Is that everything?”

“I think so.” She says.

An hour or so later, you are still on the highway. The windows are down and the radio is playing music that you are enjoying. Traffic is lighter than you anticipated. Most of what you see on the highway is tractor trailers and construction trucks, but few cars. The green and white signs pointing to the “Scenic Byway” tell you that you’ll get off the highway soon.

She has been taking a few landscape photos with her phone. Most of the trees you have seen were mostly green still, with patches of yellow, orange, red, and brown. Just starting to turn. You also drive past farms where the crops have been harvested, or they are reading the fields for the winter crops.

“When was the last time we were here?” you ask her loudly.

She answers “Don’t you remember, shortly after we married and got the house.”

You hit the buttons to roll up the windows, and turn down the music. It is so much quieter without the wind noise. “Why did you do that?” she asks.

“I didn’t want to yell.” You respond. “Yes, I remember it now.” You put your arm around her and pull her closer to you. “After we moved into the house, you asked how much I knew about the area.”

“Because we’d both relocated here for work, we thought it was time to really see the sights.” She continues. “The mountains, the museums, historic sites, and then the beaches.”

You squeeze her tighter. “I think that first year we saw as much as we could.”

She kisses your cheek. “I’m glad we are taking some time again. I’m not happy about the furlough, but you have to admit, the past few years we’ve been pretty busy with work.”

You nod and move your hand so it rests on her thigh. Even through the denim, she feels good to you. “You’re right. And our exit is coming up soon.” You say as you see an arrow pointing “Scenic Byway” under the next exit sign.

You turn off and roll the windows back down. As you slow, you smell the scents of the forest. The cool, damp smell of leaves mixed with the scent of fresh cut stalks from the nearby farmers’ fields. The road winds up as the thickening forest blocks the mid-morning sun.

She turns and snaps photos. You aren’t sure what she is seeing. Could be animals or just how the sunlight and shadows are making patterns. You stay focused on the road. It is much more twisty than you remember it, so you slow down.

She keeps looking and taking photos.

Soon you make it to the top of the ridge-line. The trees towards the valley are gone and you can see sunlight lighting up the valley floor.

“God, That’s so beautiful.” She says as she continues taking photos with her phone.

“There’s a scenic overlook up ahead. Let’s stop.” You say.

“Yes. Please.” She says.

With the forest to your left and the valley to your right, it is so beautiful, but you are focused on the road, so the colors of the leaves are only partially registering. You notice evergreens, but also flame reds, bright yellows, and sunny oranges, mixed with the pale greens and dark brown. You let her focus on taking photos and you’ll keep both of you safe on the road.

You see the scenic overlook and pull in. As you get out of the car, you look at how her jeans hug her shapely hips and ass. You grab your phone and take some photos too.

The mid-morning sunlight shines down on the orchards of the valley. You see small trucks moving from farm to farm, loaded with freshly picked fruit.

You see her sit on the public bench, open your art box, and start sketching a landscape.

As you take some photos with your phone, you walk back to her. You are the only ones at the overlook right now. The sun and shadows make a beautiful pattern on her.

You take a couple of photos of her. Just sitting and sketching. She looks so beautiful. You try a few different angles to try and capture the valley in the background.

“Honey, I hate to interrupt you, but can you stand. Maybe do a couple of model poses?”

She smiles. “Of course.” Setting down her sketch pad, she stands, then poses. Against a log safety railing, next to a sign, and a couple of other locations.

“I’m a little warm.” She says, pulling off her sweatshirt. You see her hard nipples through the fabric of her t-shirt. She looks so sexy.

“I wish you would have worn a dress today.” You comment as she strikes various poses.

“I could’ve worn a dress… but then you wouldn’t get to see me slowly peel off these jeans, inch by inch, revealing just how hot it really is out here?” she says in a devilishly playful tone.

“Do you really want to do that here? Where anyone could see?” You ask as you continue taking photos of her.

She moves over to the bench. “You’re right, the risk makes it even hotter… Imagine if someone drove by just as I slid my jeans down my thighs, giving them a glimpse of what only you get to see..” She says as she unbuttons her jeans, “But for now, it’s just you and me, and this show is all yours.”

You move closer and take a couple more photos. “We haven’t done strip tease photos in a long time.” You comment.

“I didn’t realize how much I missed playing like this.” She says, “The way my body responds to the camera, knowing it’s your eyes on the other end, it’s exhilarating. Now, let’s make some new memories… every inch of skin revealed just for you.”

You are surprised by her comments but continue taking photos as she slowly slides her jeans down her sexy legs. You move closer, have her turn her body so we get the patterns on her skin made by sun and shadow.

“Mmm, this feels so good on my bare skin… makes me want to feel your hands tracing the same patterns.” She says in a teasing tone. “Are you ready to put that down and join me on the bench?”

“You are always so sexy.” You respond, as you put your phone in your pocket and kiss her. Her lips are so warm against yours. You reach up under t-shirt, raise it up and show off her firm breasts.

“Where do you want my mouth?” you ask. One hand caresses her breast, and the other moves along her bare thigh. “You are so damn sexy. I just want to see you cum.” You say, kissing her again. Your getting hard as you touch her.

“I want your mouth everywhere… but first, let’s see if you can make me beg for it” She whispers in a playful tone “Trace those lips down my neck, slowly… make me crave more.”

You softly kiss her mouth, then slowly move to her neck. Your hand on her breast softly caresses with your fingertips teasing her hard nipple, your other hand moves up higher on her thigh, to the edge of her panties.

You kiss her smooth skin down to the base of her shirt collar, with her t-shirt bunched up above her breasts. You then move to the upper part of her left beast. Her skin feels so warm against your lips, mustache, and beard you softly kiss your way down towards her nipple.

Your fingers on her thigh slowly move back and forth along the edge of her panties, teasing, without getting closer. “Mmmmm your teasing is driving me wild… your beard is so soft, brushing me. Don’t stop now, keep that fire burning…” she says in soft low tones.

Using the tip of your tongue to slowly lick around her hard left nipple, you also use your fingertips rolling her right one, as your other hand rubs the fabric of her panties along her damp pussy lips. Her nipple is firm in your mouth as you suck it hard, pulling her right nipple with the same pressure, as you continue to rub her panties.

She moans “Mmm, the way you’re playing with me….the heat’s building between my thighs….. I want to feel your fingers slip inside, spread me open… make me moan your name.”

You teasingly finger her wet cunt with more pressure, the crotch of her panties keeping your fingers from entering her. Then you slide the gusset to the side and slip two fingers into her. Your mouth and other hand continue working on her sensitive nipples.

She is so wet. Your fingers go in and out. The palm of your hand rubs her clit. You suck your left nipple harder as your fingers go deeper.

She closes her eyes in pleasure. “That’s it my love. Cum for me.” you say. “Cum where tourists sit and watch.”

Her breathing hitches as you talk to her, the thought of being watched turns her on. “Fuck, I’m close, so close… Make me cum baby, make me scream your name right here.” She pants.

You finger her harder until you feel her pussy tighten and pulse against my hand. Her moans echo down into the valley.

“I can almost hear the whispers of strangers watching us, it’s so fucking hot… Don’t stop, keep fucking me with your fingers until I explode.” She is fantasizing as an occasional car drives past.

You stop sucking her nipples and kiss her mouth again. Then you put you mouth on her clit. You lick and suck it as you work you fingers faster and deeper. She moans, almost whimpering in pleasure.

Sucking her clit harder, your mustache and beard is now wet with your saliva and her excitement. You work a third finger in, filling her and using your mouth and tongue giving her as much pleasure as you can.

Your own cock is pulsing in your pants from her enjoyment, and the pressure of the denim as you squat and bring her to another orgasm.

“Yes!” You feel her body clench as she cums hard. The fantasy excitement of being watched by strangers and everything you did has her sweating and breathless.

A car pulls up. It looks like tourists. You kiss her, as you help her get her jeans on again.

She grabs her sketch book and art box. “Let’s try a different spot.”

You glance to the couple who are taking photos of the valley. “Yes. There are a couple more overlooks on the byway.”

She kisses you once you are both in the car. “Maybe I’ll do something for you at the next stop.”

“Maybe.” You respond and drive off, as she rests her hand on your thigh, teasing your hard dick through your jeans.

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