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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Mistress and Her Servant - Part 7 - Changing Jobs

 

The rest of that week, you got into a new routine. After work, instead of picking up strange guys, or going to the club, you joined your husband for a workout at the local gym. You wore yoga pants and an exercise bra that accented your shape. It wasn’t that you were out of shape, like your husband had been months ago, but you could use a little toning and shaping.

After the first few sessions, you felt better, more in control of yourself. There were a few times when you watched your husband on the machines. His muscles were flexing and pumping in ways you hadn’t noticed. You drew a few stares and glances from men working out, but that was expected. What you hadn’t expected, was a few women and men watching your husband. This turned you on a little. “He’s mine. All mine.” You thought.

Also during the week you also examined your outfits for work. Yes, they looked professional but they didn’t make you feel strong and powerful. During your lunch breaks, you went the high-end stores downtown, to try on and get new dresses and outfits for work. The one that you enjoyed the most was a form fitting pencil skirt, with a slit up the back, and a matching blazer. You found a silk top in a contrasting color. The whole thing accented your shape and made you feel like you could do anything.

One other thing you wanted, was something that you already had in the works. You wanted financial security to do whatever you wanted. It was the easiest to do, because when you first joined the company, you were offered employee stock purchases, and the company 401K. With every promotion you received and every annual bonus, you bought more of the company stock, and added to your 401K. You pulled up a spreadsheet showing what was in your ‘nest egg’. It was already over $1 million. If you cashed out and paid everything off, you’d have find another job, but if you simply kept most of it invested, and cashed out what you needed, you could live comfortably. That didn’t include your husband’s income from his warehouse job. “It’s not ‘Fuck you’ money, but it is getting there.” You told yourself.

You felt better, stronger, and more confident. The clients noticed it too because, during meetings they listened to and acted on your ideas and suggestions. Your coworkers noticed the change, including Evan, the guy you had the affair with, so many months ago. One day he came up behind you and caressed your ass. “Mmmm That feels firm. Firmer than the last time I touched it.”

Without stopping what you were doing, you replied. “Too bad you are such a bad lay, or I’d take you in the storeroom and ride you until I got tired. Go back to your wife, she seems to enjoy you.”

He had never heard you respond so directly to him. In the past you would have swatted his hand away, or looked around nervously, hoping that others didn’t see the two of you, but that was the old you. A weaker you, whose reactions would have just given him power. This time he walked away in stunned silence.

All of this was going really well for you until “The Meeting”. It was a supposed to be proposal meeting for a new client. As always, you and your coworkers gathered in the conference room, to review the proposal documents and discuss strategies, prior to the client’s arrival. While most of them were sitting at the table, you walked around and used the remote to advance copies of the documents on the screens. You explained that, “This is a new company, and we should see where they plan on expanding and growing. We have the contacts who might be able to help this company penetrate into markets they previously hadn’t.”

Most of the men around the table read their pages or wrote notes, but Evan leaned back in his chair turned his crotch towards you. “You know all about having new areas penetrated. Maybe you should just dazzle them with your oral skills?”

A couple of the men were shocked by Evan, and one even blushed. Evan had a broad smile on his face like he had just scored. You walked closer, and leaned over him, showing him more of your cleavage. “You have no idea what my skills are now days. And as far as penetrating new areas, just because you think you’ve got the biggest dick in the room, you have no idea how to use it. I could give your wife a better night without even trying.” At that point your Boss walked in. Evan looked white as a sheet as your Boss called you to his office.

He sat behind his desk, had you close the door, and had you take a seat. “You have been with us for a number of years and done well. Recently you had some wonderful proposals and ideas. I’m not sure what I heard in there between you and Evan. Would you care to explain?”

As you sat in the chair, you crossed your legs in a way that raised the hemline, showing off more of them. He glanced down for a moment, then concentrated on your face. You softly smiled at that, knowing that he was checking you out too. “No sir. That was a private matter between me and him. I’m sorry that it was brought up in front of others. I could say something like ‘He started it’ or ‘he asked for it’. But I know better.”

He steepled his fingers. “What should we do? I can’t have you and Evan on the same contracts anymore.”

You uncrossed your legs and leaned forward on his desk. “Sir, according to company policy, I need to attend ‘Sexual Harassment Training’ and ‘Conflict Resolution’. I believe both are required before you can assign me to any new clients.”

Still steepling his fingers he leaned back in his chair, looked at the ceiling. “Go down to HR. Sign up for the classes. If any of your coworkers file a complaint, you know I will have to act on it?”

“Yes sir. Is there anything else?” You asked as you stood up. He shook his head and called down to HR to tell them you were on your way.

During the classes, you realized that you were being penalized for standing up for yourself. Apparently none of your other coworkers filed a complaint, so your comments and reaction didn’t rise to the level of ‘harassment’ or ‘hostile work environment’. Yes, you should have used different words, but knowing Evan, he wouldn’t have stopped. You had to shock him. He was punished too. He also had to take the classes, but you could see that he wasn’t changing. He was just “checking the box” and then he’d go back to being his same old self. Heck, he’d already had lined up a new contract. That was when you gave them your two-weeks notice.

When you told your husband about your decision, he held you in his arms. “I’ll support any decision you make.” You kissed him and told him about your ‘nest egg’. You cashed out some of it, paid off the house, cars, and other major bills. You never felt stronger and more free.

That weekend, you dressed up in a black wrap-around that made you look like a lawyer. Your husband gave you a slight smile, as he held the door for you. You kissed him on the cheek, “You are my good boy. Stay close.”

Madam Shade saw both of you. “Damn Girl, that’s what I was talking about. Are you sure you want to be here tonight?”

“Yes, Madam Shade. I think I’ll find someone to use, toss him back tonight.” You responded. Then you looked around and found a guy, with is “servant girl”. He fucked you in front of your husband before, but this night you want to use him and then leave.

You led them to one of the circular loveseats, and had his girl remove his pants. “Now suck him so he is hard.” You commanded her while your servant slowly removed your dress. You had nothing on underneath and it felt great. As she sucked her master’s hardening cock, you grabbed his head and pressed it against your crotch. “Lick me.” You commanded. Then you motioned for your servant to suck your nipples. It all felt so good. “He’s hard for you Mistress.” A small voice said below you.

You grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. Then you slowly lowered yourself onto him. “Use your talented mouth on my man.” You said to the servant girl. She smiled and did as you commanded. Soon you bounced up and down hard, and rubbed your clit so you came with a fierce intensity as you watched your husband’s smooth dick being sucked. You then stood up, turned and faced her master. You grabbed his cock and stroked it. “Do you want to cum?” you asked in a low seductive tone. 

“Yes.” He responded. 

You gripped him firmly. “Yes, Mistress, you mean.” You corrected him. 

He nodded “Yes, Mistress.” 

You stroked him until it shot and dripped all over your hand. Instead of wiping it, you turned his servant girl to you and said “Lick it clean.” She smiled and did it. You then dressed and left the Club.

As you entered the car, your husband asked, “Are you sure that was all you wanted?”

You winked and smiled. “You are going to take me home, and you are going to give me the rest of what I want tonight.”

“Very good, Mistress”

A short time later, you heard about “The Dungeon” and that they were looking for Dominatrixes. You signed up and set your persona, as “Mistress Monica”, specializing in role playing a Boss, a Lawyer, a Doctor, or other business professionals. You work primarily in a room set up as an office, but you also requested that they set up the room next door like a boardroom, with a sturdy table and optional restraints. What you enjoy most is many of your clients don’t even want to have sex with you. They need you to order them around and when necessary, punish them. It turns you on and when you go home, your own Servant is happy to give you the pleasure you need.

“What a long, strange trip it’s been.” You sing to yourself as you check the time and prepare for your next client. 

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Mistress and Her Servant - Part 6 - Making Changes

 

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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In the Hospital with the Virus

 On the news there is talk about a new virus, but you aren’t paying attention as you pack your bags for your business conference. A 3-day conference with your international business partners.

The days are filled with lectures and briefings, and your evenings are filled with official dinners and drinking. By the third day, everything is going well. You have made new contacts and handed out your business cards. Heck, you even hooked up with one of the female junior partners. Over drinks one night, she told you she was bored and horny, and you responded with “your room or mine?” It was quick and energetic for both you and her.

Yes, you are ready to go home.

On the flight, you sleep for most of it, but you remember hearing a number of people coughing and sneezing. You don’t really think much about it.

The next morning, you don’t feel well, but you want to go into the office, file your travel voucher, and write up a report for the people in your office who didn’t attend the conference. You are coughing and sneezing, so you stop by a pharmacy and pick up some over the counter medicine to help. “I probably just picked up a cold.” you tell yourself. You get something to help with your cough and wash it down with a sports drink. Your forehead feels a little warm, but “I’ll just keep drinking fluids. After I do what I need in the office, I’ll go home.”

Once you are in the office, you scan in your receipts, and file your expense report.

As you start working on the trip report, you get an email telling you to “Check your voucher again. The amounts don’t match the receipts.” You pull up your voucher again. “Dammit, I transposed a few numbers.” you curse at yourself. You start coughing again so you take some more medicine.

“Are you doing, okay?” asks one of your co-workers. “Yeah, just picked up a cold.” you respond, but your voice sounds raspy. “You should go home. If you need help with work, just ask.” “I’m okay. I’ve got it. Thanks” you respond.

You wipe your forehead. It feels warm and dry. Trying to focus on the computer screen, the numbers seem to move and swim. You drink another sports drink. It feels cool on your throat.

Feeling woozy, you lean forward. You feel like you are falling. There are voices and screams.

The women in your office are so sexy. They wear such tight skirts and tops.

You just want to bend them over their desks, push up the skirts, pull down the panties and fuck them hard. One after another. Just line them up and fuck them all. Your cock is so hard. It is going in and out. Fucking one after another. Some pussies are so tight, and others are wet and open. You just want to cum. You want to shoot your cum on and in each one.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP

“What’s noise?” You open your eyes and try to look around. It looks like a hospital. You try to rub your eyes, but your wrists are secured to the bed.

“What’s going on?” you ask in a whispered croak. In a minute a masked medical assistant comes up. “Oh, you’re awake. Let me get the nurse.” As she leaves, her scrubs look almost form-fitting. So tight. Her ass looks so round and firm. You just want to fuck her. Your cock tries to stiffen, but there is pain. The nurse enters. Her breasts look like they are barely contained by her scrub top. “You look hotter than the other one.” you croak out.

She ignores your comment. “Do you know where you are? You are in the County Hospital. Do you know what happened to you?” As you try to focus on her, her body looks so sexy. You just want to strip her bare and fuck her. As you try to move, she just checks your vitals and makes notes on the form attached to the end of your bed.

“He’s still delirious. Give him his next round of meds and keep an eye on him. Let me go check the others.” She says to the MA and leaves.

All of these women are so sexy. You just want to fuck them all.

There are other patients near you. Each of you are separated by a curtain, but sometimes you can hear the voices.

“Yeah, you are such a slut, show me what you got.”

“Suck my cock, let me show you what a real man can do.”

“Bend over and I’ll fuck that sweet ass.”

You so badly want to be free. The sexy MA pulls the blanket off of you and wipes you down. You see why it hurts to get hard. You are caged and catheterized. As she wipes your body, you are sure she is talking to you. “You are such a bad and dirty boy. Naughty boys wear a cage. Your tiny little dick needed the smallest cage we have.” “Pull it off and suck me.” you try to say, but your mouth feels dry and raspy again.

She finishes, gives you your meds and you drift off again. Or did you?

The curtains are all pulled back. You see seven other men around you. Each one is strapped into their beds with a chastity cage on their penises.

The overhead lights are turned low. The nurse walks in wearing white stiletto heels and a white latex nurse’s outfit.

“You are all pathetic.” she says, “Your tiny little dicks need to be caged so you don’t play with them like the losers you are.”

In her hand she has a white paddle. “I should bend each of you over and spank your sweet little asses.”

“Yes, spank me.” one guy cries.

She smacks her palm with it and the crack echoes in the room. The room is all of a sudden quiet. “You will show me how much you worship me. Each of you will come to me and do as I ask.” She says as she sits down on a tall chair in the middle of the room.

You realize your wrists aren’t secured anymore and you can get up from your bed. All eight of you surround her, naked except for the cock cages each of you wear.

“How may I serve you, Nurse?” you ask. Your voice is soft and quiet.

She hits the palm of her hand with the paddle again. “You address me as Mistress Nurse. All of you, get on your knees!”

The floor is hard and cold on your knees. “You. Crawl over here.” She points and commands you. You walk on your hands and knees and stop just before her. “I want you to clean my right shoe with your tongue.” She holds her foot before you.

“And you.” she points to another man, “Lick the left one clean.” You hold the white stiletto shoe in your hand and slowly lick from the toe, upwards. The polished leather has a strange taste, but you ignore it. “Lick my shoes until they are clean.” she says.

As you lick towards the heel, she stops you. “Good boy. Move back and wait.” she points to another. “You, continue where he left off.” You move back and continue sitting on your knees. The tile floor is cold on your legs.

She continues to command different men to do different things. Her shoes are removed. Her stockings are rolled down and placed neatly by her shoes. As a patient helps unzip her top, she spanks his ass. “Are you getting hard? Did I say that your little worthless dick could get hard?” “No Mistress Nurse” he says turning his ass towards her so she can paddle him more fully. With her latex top unzipped you see that her beautiful nipples are full and hard. She paddles him and commands him to sit.

She has a different patient suck on her left nipple. She looks at you. “You have a good tongue. I want you to use it on my right nipple.”. “Yes, Mistress Nurse.” you say as you crawl back to her.

Slowly you lick around her areola, using the flat of your tongue, moving in a clockwise motion. “Mmmm you are both very good boys. Would you like to suck my nipples?” “Yes, Mistress Nurse.” you both respond. “Suck until I tell you to stop.” she commands.

You put your lips around her firm nipple and softly suck. Then you suck a little harder. “Yes. Good. Suck harder.” she says, a pleasurable tone in her voice.

Her nipple feels so good in your mouth. You suck even harder. You’re getting excited and you feel the pressure of the cage around your cock. “Awwww are you both getting hard? That is only natural. If you continue being good boys, maybe we will see about some release. Stop and sit back down.” she commands.

“They did a good job with my breasts, and now my pussy needs some attention.” She calls over a small thin man. The cage on his dick reminds you of a manhole cover, because it is small and tightly fitted against him. She spreads her legs and flashes her neatly trimmed pussy. “Do a good job and I will reward you.” She says holding the paddle under his chin. “Yes, Mistress Nurse.”

You all watch as he licks her with his long thin tongue. Up and down, and then in and around. She places one hand on his head.

It looks so sexy. “I don’t want to get hard.” you tell yourself. You close your eyes and try to think of something else. Then you hear her moan in pleasure. “Don’t get hard.” you whisper to yourself. She is moaning louder and longer. “No I don’t want this.” you say aloud.

You open your eyes. The room is bright, and you are still in your bed. The nurse and MA, masked and gloved are helping remove your respirator tube. “Doctor, he is responsive.” she calls.

You look around. The room looks to be an ordinary hospital room with just your bed. You have tubes and electrodes connected to you. There are no restraints on your wrists and nothing on your penis except for a catheter. The doctor, masked and gloved, comes into the room. “Do you know where you are?” You nod. “County General Hospital” you respond with a raspy sound. “Good. Do you know why you are here?” he continues.“I was delirious, along with the other men.” The doctor looks at the nurse who shrugs. “You were delirious. You had a high fever and had contracted that virus going around. Have you traveled recently?” You nod and tell him about your business conference. He makes some notes on the electronic tablet. “You just were removed from the respirator; the virus affected your lungs and brain. I think you are over the worst of it. Rest and I will check on you again.”

You try to relax in the bed. You notice that the MA’s scrubs don’t look tight on her anymore, and she is cute, but not unbearably sexy.

“Nurse,” you ask, “Have I been in this room the whole time?” She nods, “You are a respiratory infection risk, so you are in an isolation room.” That makes sense. “Thanks, by the way, how many other patients have it right now?” “There are 7 others of you. That is why we must wear PPE around you. Rest, I will be back with some food.” “Thank you Mistress Nurse” you say. She turns, “What did you say?” You cough, “I said ‘Thank You, Nurse.’ see you in a bit.”

Looking around the room, it must have all been a dream. A fever dream, but only a dream.

Returning to the Dungeon

It’s been a couple of weeks since you went to the Dungeon. When you get home from work, you check the Dungeon’s schedule on your computer. You don’t want to take time off, like you did the first time, and Mistress Alanis’s offer of a “lunch time special” is tempting but you don’t want to go back to the office, smelling of sex or walking funny. You would rather be able to go straight home. That limits your options, if you want to stay with Mistress Alanis. There are other Mistresses and Masters who have that afternoon time spot open, but you don’t want to try someone else, not just yet. She seemed to understand what you were looking for.

Checking the schedule, you see that on Thursday this week, she has an hour open in her schedule in the afternoon. You take a moment and think about when you leave the office, travel time, possible traffic delays, and leave enough time to play. You click on the box and just reserve the bottom half of the hour. In the notes area, you type “I want to explore receiving anal, like we discussed. Some paddling, and use of a gag if you think it works for the “sex toy prisoner” fantasy. I will remember to wear old clothing for you to cut off. See you Thursday Afternoon.” You send it and your payment for the session in advance. That night you masturbate, imagining being tied up, your butt spanked, and a lubed finger working in and out of your helpless ass.

Thursday morning, after you dress for work, you pack a gym bag. In it you put a pair of old sweat pants, a stained t-shirt, a pair of drawers with holes in them, and a towel. If anyone asks, you can tell them that you are going to the gym and this is your workout bag.

As you get to the last half hour of the work day, you log off and tell your boss that you need to go and change for the gym. He looks up from his monitor, “Going to the gym? Good to hear. Workouts are good for your physical and mental health. If you need a workout buddy, tell me. My wife keeps asking me to start working out.”

A worried feeling comes over you for a moment. “A workout buddy? Ummm. I don’t know. I have a personal trainer I just started using.”

“Ok. Good for you. If your trainer has an opening for more clients tell me. What’s his name?”

“Her name is Alanis.” You say confidently.

“Oh, a female trainer. My wife wouldn’t agree to that.” He pauses for a moment “Is she good looking?”

You smile broadly “She is the kind of woman that men spend money to get extra time from her.” Then you wink and make an hourglass motion with your hands, like you have seen guys do in old movies.

Your boss lets out a slow whistle and shakes his head. “Nope. I’d rather be fat and married than have my wife leave me for that. Go enjoy your workout. Remember that the company health plan authorizes discounts on gym memberships. Ask your trainer if she takes our health insurance.”

You nod as you smile and leave his doorway. You chuckle to yourself as you head for the Men’s room to change. “I doubt Mistress Alanis would give me a discount because of our insurance plan. Worse, how would I tell the insurance company that I require weekly sessions with a professional Dominatrix for my mental and physical health?” You think to yourself as you undress, roll up your work clothes, and pull on your “workout” clothes. Checking your watch, you see you have about an hour to get over there.

Pulling into the parking lot, you check your watch again, you have plenty of time to enter. So, you grab your gym bag and walk up. The heavy wooden door still looks so imposing and dark as you approach. The dark weathered stone and the oak door with black iron hardware looks so scary, that even though you know what’s behind it, you feel a tingle of fear, which heightens your feeling of arousal too.

Stepping inside, the office decor, still strikes you as odd, but not unpleasant. The receptionist greets you, as she motions for you to sit on one of the chair lining the wall. “Sir, you are a bit early, so please wait. But before you sit down, may I please inspect your bag? It is just for the safety of the staff.”

You nod and step up to the desk, open the gym bag, and let her look inside. She asks you to unroll your clothing to ensure that there is nothing dangerous hidden. You do as she asks and joke “Wouldn’t a metal detector or x-ray machine be easier?”

She frowns, “Sir, how would that look if I had more security here than an airport?”

You think about it as you re-roll your clothing and put it back in the bag. “I understand. What should I do next time?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“Sir, many of our clients who choose to bring items into the rooms, use a bag that is clear and see-through. If you ask your Mistress, she might be able to suggest something, unless you wish to rent one of our storage lockers?”

“Storage lockers? Like at a gym?” You ask.

She nods and points to an unmarked door off to the right. “We offer rental lockers for our regular clients.”

You nod and sit down in one of the chairs along the wall. “That makes sense. Some people might have items that they don’t want to carry back and forth, or have in a see-through bag.”

“Yes, sir. Oh. There is a note on your account. Your Mistress, wants to verify that you came ready and don’t need prep time prior to your session.” She says pointing to her screen.

You tap your gym bag, “I’m ready. That’s why I have clothes to change into afterwards.”

She returns back to her screen. “Very good Sir. Please wait, and when it is your time, her assistant will come for you.”

You pull out your cell phone and play a game to help pass the time. You just now realized how this reception area reminds you of the waiting room of a doctor’s or dentist’s office. Including that faint smell of disinfectant and the hum of the air conditioner.

You completed a couple more levels on your flower-matching game when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You look up and see the man in the gimp outfit from last time. Silently he nods and motions for you to follow him. Grabbing your bag, you turn off your phone and follow. You go down the same hall as last time, but stop at a different door. He holds it open and motions for you to enter. This room is similar to the other one, in that you see the candles, iron sconces, and chains attached to the wall. In the center of the room is a massage table with padded cuffs at the corners and extended bars on two of the corners. You aren’t sure what they are for, but you don’t want to ask any questions. The Gimp motions for you to set your bag by the sink area and then lie face up on the table.

He secures your wrists and ankles, then puts a ball gag in your mouth. The whole time never saying a word. You feel the strength in his hands as he secures you, and are aroused as he makes you helpless. Then he leaves silently. This time you aren’t blindfolded so you look around.

The shadows caused by the candles, move against the walls. You realize just how dark it is and how deep the shadows really are. They could hide anything or anyone. You notice a couple of small tables with some items on them but you aren’t sure what they are because they are in the shadows.

The door opens and you hear the click of high heels on the stone floor. “So we have captured you again. Or maybe you want to be my prisoner…..used as my personal sex toy?”

She is wearing tall, black stiletto boots that go up to her thighs, along with black PVC corset and very short PVC skirt. She has a paddle in her hand and smacks her palm with it. As she stands there, silhouetted by the candle light, she is everything you have dreamed of. You feel your erection grow in your sweatpants.

She sets down the paddle and picks up a pair of scissors from a table. The silver glints and reflects the candlelight as she opens and closes them. Snip-Snip.

She gets really close to you, and slowly caresses your cheek with the blade of the closed scissors. “You have on entirely too much clothing. My toys should be naked and ready for me to use.” She says in a sultry tone.

You feel her pull the neck of your t-shirt away from your body as she opens the scissors and cuts right down the center of your shirt in a single motion. She places her hand on your chest. “Mmmmm Look at those nipples of yours. So hard. So excited. Maybe I should suck on them before I move down?”

You try to say something but the gag prevents you from making any other noises aside from grunts. She slowly licks around your left nipple and then you feel her suck it firmly. You’ve never had a woman do that to you before. It feels so different and exciting.

“I’ll save the other one for later.” She says as she picks the shears up again. Moving down to your sweatpants, she grabs the waist band and then cuts all the way down to your left ankle.

“Awww, you have on underwear. And look at that tent.” She says in a playful tone. She steps away and puts on a pair of surgical gloves. She returns with a bottle of lube. Pulling your cock through the fly, she drips lube on it and strokes it up and down. “Look how nice and hard you are. A perfect toy for me to use.” She strokes you slowly at first and then does a twisting-grip motion around the tip. You grunt in pleasure.

“This looks so tasty. But I think I want to see your ass first.” She says. She unclips the chains at your ankles and connects then to the upright bars at the corners, raising your legs up and forcing your ass to the edge of the table.

You feel the scissors slowly cut your underwear along the crack of your ass, leaving you open and exposed. “Mmmmm that is a sexy ass. Do you know what I do to sexy asses, Prisoner?”

You try to say “No Mistress, what?” but you make a muffled grunt.

You feel cold lube drip down the crack of your ass, and then a gloved hand rubbing it all around. “I need to check to make sure you aren’t hiding anything. An asshole is very pliant and stretchable. A prisoner could hide all sorts of things there.”

You feel the tip of her finger rub around your crinkled ring, and then open it. She slowly works it back and forth, going a little deeper each time. “Mmmmmm your asshole is so tight.”

As she goes deeper, your cock feels so hard against your bare stomach. “My-my, look how excited you are. I wonder what happens if I stroke you with one hand and finger you with the other?”

You feel a gloved grip your shaft as the finger of her other hand thrusts in and out of your lubed ass. She goes slowly, letting you feel texture of her gloved finger as it works your ass. Her other hand moves up and down your slick shaft in tempo.

This feels so good. You pull against the restraints so you can help, but the cuffs hold you firmly. “You are enjoying this, aren’t you. Should I just stroke my captive toy until you cum, or should I pleasure myself first?”

You try to say “Whatever you want, Mistress” but you just grunt and drool down your chin.

She has her finger all the way in your ass and starts to finger-fuck you faster. She keeps the same tempo stroking your hard cock.

“You are so slick, now. You won’t last long.” You hear her say in a seductive tone. You close your eyes and wish any of your previous girlfriends would have been this adventurous with you. Their faces flash before you, Heather, Traci, Jacki, and Jennifer, all of which thought that anal play was “dirty” or “gay”. You try to close your mouth around the ball gag, as you feel pleasure move though you, and you shoot cum on your stomach and chest.

She withdraws her finger and releases your shaft as cum continues to spurt and drip from the tip on to you. You hear her pull off the gloves and throw them away. She walks up to your head and removes the gag. “Mmmmm My little prisoner. You really enjoyed that.”

You stretch your mouth for a moment, as you realize how tight the muscles in your jaw got from you biting on the gag. “Yes, Mistress. That was amazing. Do you need me to lick your pussy, or do you want to ride me?” You ask.

She raises her skirt and shows you that she isn’t wearing panties. “That sounds so tempting but, we are out of time.”

She wipes her finger along her damp pussy lips and then rubs her wet finger along your lips. “Here is a taste of what you missed this time. Next time book the full hour.” She says with a wink.

You lick your lips and taste a hint of her flavor, reminding you of last time. “I will Mistress.”

She uncuffs you and then heads to the sink to wash up. You pull off the remnants of your clothes and walk over to your gym bag.

As she dries her hands, she says. “If you really want to get into anal play, do a little research and prep. Professionals modify their diets, take enemas prior to getting on camera, and make sure that they are clean inside. I know this was your first time, and I was gloved. But you might want to more thoroughly clean your ass if you want more than just a gloved finger in there.”

As you wipe the lube off your ass with your towel, you see a streak on it. “Oh. I’m sorry Mistress. I didn’t know. I’ll do better next time.”

She walks closer to you and kisses your cheek. “I know you will my little prisoner. Remember to be nice and clean and to schedule enough time for everything you want.” She pulls a thick cotton robe off the hanger on the wall and wraps it around her, hiding the sexy PVC outfit.

“I am learning so much from you. Thank you.” You say as you pull on your work clothes.

She smiles “It’s what you pay me for. See you next time.” And then she walks out of the room leaving the door open.

As you pull on your shoes, you think “Yes, I will see you next time.”

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