Chapter 6

Introduction: Greta participates in a professional session with Edith.

“So, it sounds like your weekend was a success.”

I took a sip of my wine and thought for a moment. My friend and mentor Edith asked me to lunch on Monday and I’d shared the details of Friday night with her.

“I have to admit, I was a little worried, but it turned out better than I ever thought possible.”

“I’m a little surprised you let them have sex.”

I took another bite of my chef salad.

“I hadn’t planned on them having sex, it was more of a spontaneous act, but I knew they both wanted it and I let them.”

She looked at me quizzically.

“Do you regret it? Now that you’re not in the scene and you can reflect?”

I thought for a moment.

“No, I don’t regret any of it. I trust them both, explicitly.”

Her face broke into a little grin.

“You’re really sprung on this girl, aren’t you?”

I looked down shyly. Edith always had a way of making me feel very self-conscious, like a young schoolgirl. Some of the feelings she evoked in me I liked. However, I was getting used to feeling perpetually ‘in control’ with Chris and now Liz ... but around Edith, I never felt the need to be assertive, and that was a little disconcerting.

“I really like her, yes.”

She smiled.

“I can tell.”

We each took a sip of our wine.

“So, have you given any more thought to joining me in a professional scene?”

“I have ... but I have some questions about it.”

“Let’s discuss it then.”

I paused for a moment to collect my thoughts.

“Who would the client be?”

“He’s an older casino executive who’s been wanting a session with two Dommes for quite a while.”

She paused for a moment in reflection.

“He’s one of my best clients and I’m afraid if I don’t give him what he wants, he’ll find what he’s looking for somewhere else.”

She needs me ... more than she’s been letting on...

“What exactly will we be doing with him?”

“I have a little routine with him that I’ll go over with you. I’ll make sure you’re comfortable with everything before we begin.”

“Is there any actual sex involved?”

“He likes facesitting, but if that’s a problem, you wouldn’t necessarily have to be involved with that aspect of the session ... at least not this time.”

I thought for a moment.

“It wouldn’t be a problem.”

“Are you sure ... Chris wouldn’t have any issues with it?”

“I’ll let him know beforehand and we’ll talk about it, but it won’t be a problem.”

“So both of you are okay with opening up your marriage even further?”

Chris and I talked extensively about his desire to be cuckolded. However, being with another man was something I wasn’t certain I was ready for. I was very protective of my marriage, especially during the last few months while we were making monumental changes with me assuming complete and total control. At this point, adding another variable into the equation, like me seeing another man, just seemed like an unnecessary liability. However, in this controlled situation, the risk could be managed. Additionally, Edith needed this from me and she’d helped me so much over the course of the last few months, I didn’t want to refuse her request and let her down.

“We are both okay with it.”

I took another sip of my wine before continuing.

“I know that facesitting is an integral part of any BDSM scene, and I’m okay with letting your client do it.”

“Good.”

She took another sip of her wine.

“Do you have any other questions?”

I thought for a moment.

“Where do you meet your clients?”

“I have a playroom in my house that I use for work.”

“Okay ... and what about the money.”

“It will be a two-hour session unless he wants to extend it. How does fifteen hundred sound?”

“I can handle that.”

The money wasn’t that important to me, but I at least wanted to ask her about it. More than anything, I wanted the experience of working with a professional Domme and the thought of trying something new was exciting.

“Are you free this weekend?”

“I don’t have any plans.”

“We’ll shoot for Saturday night. I’ll text you my address and the time once I’ve contacted him.”

I took a deep breath in an attempt to contain my excitement.

“I’m looking forward to this.”

She smiled.

“I know you are.”

I got home a few hours later and found Chris working hard in the kitchen. He prepared parmesan risotto with roasted shrimp and paired it perfectly with a bottle of Far Niente Chardonnay. Once we were done eating, I retired to the living room to watch the news while he cleared the table and did the dishes.

“Did you like dinner, honey?” He said while entering the room with two glasses of wine.

I’d already told him twice how good dinner was, but I loved when he fished for compliments about his cooking.

“Oh ... you know ... it was okay...”

Big smiles broke across our faces.

“You know I love your cooking, Chris.”

He sat down beside me and put his hand on my thigh.

“How was your workout?”

“It was a real bitch, we did our arms this morning and our legs this afternoon ... I’m already really sore.”

True to her word, Liz began incorporating free weights in our workout in an attempt to prepare me to compete with her in fitness competitions.

“I can give you a massage later if you’d like.”

“I’d love that.”

We took a sip of our wine.

“I also had lunch with Edith today.”

His eyes widened and he waited for me to continue. He knew Edith was my mentor and we met frequently for lunch.

“She asked if I’d be interested in joining her with one of her clients.”

His breathing changed and his hand began to gently twitch on my thigh. This little piece of news was turning him on.

“If I may ask, what will you do with her client, Ma’am?”

I took another sip of my wine. It was fun to keep him in suspense and draw out the moment.

“She hasn’t gone into specifics yet, but facesitting will be involved.”

He took a deep breath and adjusted how he was sitting on the couch.

He’s more turned on than I thought.

“Does the thought of another man’s mouth on my pussy excite you?”

His hand was visibly trembling on my thigh.

“Y-y-yes, Ma’am, it does.”

I loved toying with him, teasing him, regarding his fantasy of me being with other men.

“You know no other man has gone down on me since we got together, don’t you?”

His erection was now straining against the tight confines of his Dockers.

“Yes Ma’am, I know.”

“I’ve been a chaste little wife for you, haven’t I?”

“Yes, Ma’am, you have.”

“But you don’t want that ... do you?”

“No, Ma’am ... I don’t.”

“Tell me what you think about ... what you fantasize about,” I said huskily.

His breathing was rapid and just a bit shallow and I could see the wheels turning. I waited semi-patiently for him to give voice to the erotic fantasies that were floating around in his head.

“I think of watching while another man goes down on you.”

His eyes closed.

“I think of you dating other men and them fucking you ... sometimes you tell me about them, other times you don’t.”

I reached over and slowly began to rub his erection through his trousers.

“You have a very slutty wife in your fantasies, don’t you?”

“Yes, Ma’am, I do.”

I began to rub him harder. I loved that we were able to communicate so well and he didn’t hold anything back from me. I still wasn’t ready to make this fantasy of his a reality. He’d watched so many different things at the BDSM sites he’d viewed and I still worried about how some of them, like me being with other men, would affect our marriage. It was one thing to read testimonials and view pictures about what other couples did, but another entirely to experience them in our own marriage. Still, I loved hearing his fantasies and allowing him to give voice to them.

“Tell me more.”

His eyes were still closed and I knew that in his mind, I was already with another man.

“You have about a half dozen lovers and I never know which one you are in the mood for. Some are old, some are young, and they’re from different races.”

I could feel the heat and moisture begin to build between my legs.

“Do you have one you think about the most?”

He was moaning softly while I continued to rub his erection through his pants.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Tell me about him.”

“His name is Dirk and he’s one of my students.”

This new revelation shocked me a little. I’d assumed he fantasized about nameless, faceless men fucking me, but this was someone he actually knew. Regardless, I continued to play along.

“Tell me about Dirk.”

“He’s a junior on the football team.”

I slowly unzipped his fly while he spoke.

“I’ve overheard him talking about the size of his cock.”

I reached into his trousers and pulled his blood engorged member from his pants.

“He brags about the way he’s fucked some of the coeds on campus and how they can’t get enough of him.”

I slowly started to stroke him.

“And you think about me with this young stud?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

A large dollop of pre-cum had formed on his head while I continued to rub him.

“What do I do with him, Chris?”

“You get a hotel room with him, he spends hours between your legs.”

He let out a low, guttural moan as I picked up the pace with my hand.

“He fucks you over and over and you can’t get enough of him.”

“Do I make him wear a condom?”

His breathing was so heavy and he was talking so softly, I could barely hear him.

“No, you tell me his cock is too perfect to ruin by making him wrap up, you want him bare.”

My pussy felt like a warm, wet swamp and I knew I’d soaked my thong all way through.

“So I let him cum inside me?”

“Yes, Ma’am ... every time you’re with him.”

“And I’m with him often?”

“A couple times a week, Ma’am ... you can’t get enough of him.”

He was close now and I backed off to settle him down a bit.

“Do I bring him here ... to our home?”

His eyes opened and I witnessed the shocked look on his face.

“Would you want that, Greta?”

I played along, adding to his fantasy.

“What if I wanted him in our marital bed?”

He wasn’t expecting this little twist, but I could tell he loved it.

“Would you ... Ummm ... let me watch, Ma’am?”

I tightened my grip on his penis while I stroked.

“No ... not at first. I’d restrain you to our guest bed, leave the doors open, and make you listen to him tear me up all night...”

“Oh God ... God.”

He was close to release again and I let his cock slip from my hand.

“Go to our bedroom, take off your clothes, and wait for me.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he said before jumping off the couch and running into our bedroom.

I spent the next two hours riding his face before we made love three times, something we hadn’t done since college. I was still very leery about being with another man. However, I realized how powerful this fantasy was for Chris and how much he wanted it. We’d opened Pandora’s Box and even though I wasn’t ready to make it a reality, it took our lovemaking to a higher plane and created an intensity that wasn’t previously there. I was beginning to understand just how much he desired to be cuckolded, but I didn’t know if our marriage could bear the cost if I let it happen.

“I guess I have mixed feelings about it.”

I took another sip of water while attempting to catch my breath. Liz and I had just finished an hour-long online spin class and both of us were dripping with sweat. Thankfully, we were the only ones in the gym at the Bellagio which allowed us to talk freely. I’d just told her about my weekend plans with Edith and she didn’t sound very enthused.

“Do you need the money, is that why you’re doing it ... if so, I have a little money saved and I could-”

I interrupted her.

“No honey, we don’t need the money, it’s not about that.”

Her eyes were searching ... questioning...

“Why are you doing this then, Greta?”

I couldn’t lie, a little extra money would be nice, especially with Chris not working. Additionally, we’d talked about starting a vacation fund so we could go back to Mexico and fifteen hundred dollars would go a long way towards that end. But joining Edith in a session had very little to do with money.

“How did you feel when you were dominating Chris?”

I could see the wheels turning while her mind played back the torrid events of last Friday night.

“I felt ... powerful, in control, unstoppable.”

“And that was with someone you know.”

“Well, I know him a whole lot better after last weekend.”

We both giggled.

“Imagine what it will be like with a complete stranger, those feelings, times ten, right?”

“I just worry about your ... your ... safety,” she said as her voice cracked.

I took her hand in mind and gently squeezed.

“Are you sure this is about money or my safety?”

She looked down and her eyes broke contact with mine.

“I don’t know.”

“Look at me Liz,” I said sternly.

Our eyes once again met.

“That’s a child’s answer ... tell me what you’re feeling, honey.”

“I ... I ... I’ve just developed very strong feelings for you.”

I didn’t want her to say the “L” word because I had very similar feelings for her and I was still trying to sort them out.

“You’ve been with a lot of women though.”

“That was just sex, Greta, this feels ... different.”

I squeezed her hand and gave her a hot, lingering kiss, then she spoke.

“Are these possessive feelings bad? I have to be honest with you, aside from Chris, the only mouth I want on your pussy is mine.”

“I need you to be patient with me. I want to experience in the lifestyle and this is an opportunity to work with a professional Dominatrix, I can learn so much from her.”

“I ... shit ... I’m afraid ... I’m afraid of losing you, can I at least admit that?”

“You won’t lose me, I promise.”

She smiled.

“And only his mouth, right ... nothing else?”

“Only his mouth ... unless he really turns me on ... then all bets are off.”

Her eyes got wide and she stared at me in stunned silence.

“Just teasing.”

I leaned in again and gave her another long, passionate kiss.

It was almost eight on Saturday night when I pulled my car in front of a large, metal, decorative gate in Summerlin. On my left was a small guard shack and the attendant looked at me expectantly.

“I’m Greta Johnson, and I’m here to see Edith Fitch.”

He flipped through some papers on a clipboard.

“She’s expecting you, go right in.”

He flipped a switch inside the guard shack and the large metal gate began to swing open.

While driving through the gated community, I couldn’t help but notice the large, multi-million-dollar homes. I’d grown up in a middle-class family, but extravagance on this level was a little disconcerting, and I had to admit, I felt a little nervous and out of my element.

When I arrived at Edith’s address, I pulled into a large circular driveway that featured ceramic pavers, just like a casino. I always knew that she was wealthy, but I had no idea that being a professional Dominatrix was this lucrative.

When I rang the doorbell, I was met almost immediately by a young, handsome, high school-aged boy who was wearing nothing but tiny, skin tight, Spandex boxer briefs. As I quickly inspected him, I noticed that both of his nipples were pierced and he looked incredibly fit.

“I’m Greta and I’m here to see Edith.”

His eyes submissively lowered when I mentioned her name.

“The Mistress is expecting you, Ma’am; please follow me to her study, she’ll be joining you momentarily.”

While following him, I could hear my Stuart Weitzman Dominatrix boots click on the white, marble floor. There were four large, stone pillars in the expansive foyer and on either side of me were two grand staircases that led to the upper floor. Two Greek-style statues stood near the wall directly in front of me, and it felt like their eyes were on me as I followed him to our left.

The boy opened up one of the two large wooden doors to her study and I entered the room which looked more like a library because it was covered floor-to-ceiling with thousands of books. The bookcases were trimmed in a dark oak that gave the space a very masculine feel.

On the far side of the room in front of me was a large, mahogany desk, and he motioned for me to take a seat in one of the chairs that were directly in front of it. Just as I was sitting down, Edith entered the room and I quickly stood back up and turned around just as she gave me a warm smile.

She was wearing a very short, tight, black, leather skirt with a zipper in the front. She paired the little skirt with a red leather corset that pushed her breasts upwards which gave her a slim, hourglass look. She also wore black leather, open toe sandals with a five-inch heel. The sexy shoes showed off her muscular, toned, thighs and calves.

“That will be all, Geoffrey.”

Again, his eyes lowered and he immediately scurried from the room, closing the door behind him.

She gave me a little hug and a small kiss on the cheek, then her eyes traveled up and down my body.

“Please sit down,” she said while pointing at the chair in front of her desk.

Immediately, I could tell something was off. There was a concerned, apprehensive, look on her face and I decided to wait and let her tell me what was going on.

“There’s something I need to talk to you about.”

I kept my expression calm and even and waited for her to continue.

“When our client arrived this evening, his wife was with him and he asked if we’d be willing to do the session with her instead of him.”

My jaw dropped open.

“His wife?”

“I didn’t tell you earlier, but his wife is also one of my clients. I dominate them separately and also as a couple.”

I shot her a stern look.

“I want to be reasonable here, but honestly, I don’t appreciate this last-minute change.”

“I concur, Greta. I almost canceled the session entirely. However, you were already on your way here and canceling the first session with my new partner sets a bad precedent.”

Her new partner ... interesting.

“I don’t have much experience dominating women,” I said hesitantly.

“You spent last Saturday night dominating your husband and lover. That’s not an easy feat, even for someone with more experience. You’re a better Domme than you give yourself credit for, you just need experience and I want to give that to you.”

I could feel my heart pounding. It felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. I wanted this, bad.

“I can also offer a sweetener. I can give you $2,000 instead of $1,500 if you’re willing to do this session with me. Unfortunately, the client also made one more request.”

I cut my eyes at her.

“And just what is that?”

“He will in no way be involved, but he wants to watch.”

I shot her a stern look.

“You have one very demanding submissive, don’t you?”

She grinned.

“They have money, and they’re used to getting what they want. I know this is all new to you, but in this business, there are times when you have to be flexible.”

She was right, this was a business transaction, not a domestic situation that I was used to. With Chris and even Liz, I was used to getting what I wanted, the way I wanted it. Even though this couple was submissive, first and foremost, they were clients and some acquiescence was called for.

“Okay ... I’m in.”

A relieved smile broke across her face.

“Thank you, dear. I appreciate this, and I owe you one.”

We processed each other’s words for a moment before Edith spoke again.

“May I see what you’re wearing under the trench coat?”

“Yes, of course,” I said shyly.

I stood up and untied the knot on the front of my coat which revealed the outfit I purchased for the evening. I wore a short, latex skirt that featured an assless back. I matched the skirt with a black, leather strapless corset that had spiral steel boning that pushed my 34D breasts up, and out and made them look larger. I was also wearing my Stuart Weitzman Highland Dominatrix boots that came up to my upper thighs. To complete the outfit, I wore a black lycra G-String.

“Please turn for me dear, I want to see all of it.”

I slowly spun around for her and paused for a moment while facing away from her before turning again. It was very erotic, I could feel her eyes move up and down my body.

“You look simply divine ... you’ve lost more weight, haven’t you?”

I could feel myself blushing, the way she was looking at me, talking about me, inspecting me ... she made me feel like a little girl.

“I have, I’m down to one hundred and twenty-five pounds, but we’re incorporating free weights in our workouts now which means my weight might go up, but it will be lean muscle mass which I guess is okay.”

Unfortunately, my weight loss also resulted in the loss of a full cup size from my breasts; but overall, I was very happy with my new, more toned physique.

“You look stunning, please have a seat.”

My eyes traveled around the room one more time.

“You have such a beautiful home.”

“Thank you, my husband and I have worked hard for everything we have.”

“Oh, I didn’t ... ummm ... know you were married.”

She smiled.

“There’s a lot we haven’t talked about.”

“Yes there is, will he be joining us?”

“Oh heavens no, he’s upstairs in the theater, watching TV ... he never participates in any of my sessions with clients.”

It was so much for me to take in ... her massive home, Geoffrey, the fact that Edith was married, and the change to this evenings plans ... my mind was spinning in a million different directions and I found it a little difficult to focus and concentrate.

“I got your email earlier, but I’m assuming it’s a moot point now?”

Earlier that morning she’d sent me an email that detailed the various activities we’d be doing going with her male client. But now that the session would revolve around his wife exclusively, we’d obviously need a new game plan.

“Just follow my lead and playoff me, I know you’ll do just fine, honey.”

I wanted a drink to settle my nerves, but I knew better than to ask for one. It was never a good idea to mix alcohol with a BDSM scene. The Domme was expected to maintain total control, and alcohol could very easily cloud her judgment.

“There is one other thing,” Edith said, “she loves verbal humiliation. Can you help me with that?”

“Of course I can.”

She smiled.

“Are you ready to begin?”

“Yes, I am,” I said in a confident voice that belied the nervousness I felt inside.

She pressed a button on her desk and Geoffrey immediately opened the door to the study.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Tell the clients in the playroom that we agree to their terms and she needs to prepare herself and assume the position.”

We made small talk for a couple of minutes which I assumed gave our client time to get ready.

“So ... are you ready to do this?”

I took a deep breath.

“Yes, I am.”

“Good, follow me.”

I followed her out of the library and back into the foyer. We proceeded to a large, white decorative door to our right. Slowly, she opened it.

My eyes widened as I surveyed the surroundings.

The space was very large, perhaps five times the size of my master bedroom. The walls were painted red and accented with black crown molding. Each wall was adorned with hooks and shelves that contained every type of BDSM device imaginable. There were various handcuffs, floggers, canes, blindfolds, leather belts, dildoes, and vibrators.

Directly in front of us was a large four post bed with a red mattress. On each of the four posts were rings which could be used to restrain submissives. At the foot of the bed was a metal cage with small, silver bars that were about a foot apart.

In front of the cage, a naked woman knelt on a red yoga mat in the classic submissive position: Her arms were extended and she held her palms upwards. She looked to be in her early forties. Her long blonde hair was pulled behind her in a tight ponytail. She had a tight, toned body and large, augmented breasts. I also noticed that she didn’t have pubic hair.

To our right sat a man in a large, decorative chair. He was dressed in brown slacks and looked to be about the woman’s age.

“This is our plaything for the evening, Mistress Greta,” Edith stated. “Her name is Karen.”

“Hello, Karen,” I said in a low, gravelly voice.

“Hello, Mistress,” she said while keeping her eyes pointed at the floor.

Edith turned and faced me.

“Why don’t you have a seat in one of those chairs while I prepare our little girl.”

There were two more large, decorative chairs to Karen’s left and I walked over and sat down in one of them. Over the next couple minutes, I watched as Edith took three twenty-five foot pieces of hemp rope and began restraining Karen. I had no idea that Edith was a ‘Rigger,’ the BDSM term for a Dominant who used rope to restrain their submissive’s.

She began by wrapping one of the sections of rope around Karen’s wrists and securing them until they hung below her stomach. She then took the second piece of rope and wrapped it around her thigh and calf which bent her knee and locked her leg in a ninety-degree angle. After restraining her other leg in the same configuration, she began speaking.

“What are your safe words, little girl?”

“If I want play to stop completely, I say the word ‘Red’ or ‘Mercy.’ If I want you to slow down, I say the word ‘Yellow’.

“Good girl.”

Once Karen was restrained, Edith walked across the room and retrieved a black, leather blindfold from one of the hooks on the wall and put it over Karen’s eyes. She then sat down in the other chair that was about five feet from mine.

“Look at this little slut,” I said in a low, menacing tone.

Karen turned her head and looked in the direction of my voice.

A little grin broke across Edith’s face.

“Come over here, you hobbled little bitch, and stick out your tongue,” she said.

“I can’t see you though, Mistress,” she whimpered.

“I don’t care if you can’t see, it’s not about seeing.”

“If you can’t see, then sniff,” I said. “Where is she? I want to see you sniff.”

Karen inhaled deeply through her nose and began pulling and dragging herself towards Edith. It was very evident that our taunts and jeers were exciting her.

“Are you sniffing for my pussy, or for my feet?”

Karen’s face broke into a deep, red ember.

“Where is she, little girl,” I said tauntingly.

“I’m sitting right in front of you and I can’t hear you sniff, slut.”

Edith moved her leg until the sole of her heel touched Karen’s forehead.

“I’m sniffing Mistress, I’m sniffing.”

“What are you sniffing, air?”

Karen moved her head until she was making loud, pronounced sniffing sounds until her nose touched Edith’s leg. Then, she pushed her head towards the floor.

“Sniff down here, sniff that toe.”

She moved her nose down Edith’s leg and began sniffing her toe. I could very easily hear loud, pronounced sniffing sounds.

“I can’t hear you,” I said while trying to keep a serious, stern look on my face.

“I’m right here and even I can’t hear you,” Edith proclaimed.

“I want to hear you sniff her sweaty feet,” I said.

Edith slipped off her sandal.

“Get your nose between my toes,” she growled.

For the next minute, I watched as our submissive sniffed between Edith’s toes and feet.

“What a good little girl we have here,” I said menacingly.

Edith broke into a little grin.

“Does it smell like I’ve been wearing these shoes for a long time?”

“Yes Mistress, it does,” she said between heavy, labored breaths.

Edith used two of her toes to pinch off Karen’s nose for several seconds.

“Get your tongue out of your mouth, little slut,” Edith growled.

She extended her tongue and Edith pressed her big toe into her mouth.

Karen began sucking her big toe. After several seconds, she was working it deep into her mouth.

“That’s right little girl, just like your husband’s cock.”

I looked over at the man in the chair. He was shifting in the seat and adjusting his erection through his pants. I began to slip off my boots, preparing for what would come next.

“We have a very dirty little slut on our hands, don’t we, Mistress Edith.”

“Oh, she’s very nasty, indeed.”