This is a very short story that I wrote as an experiment. It is about a domineering wife and a subservient husband as they set him up as a gigolo. It has some very, very mild BDSM as an essential part of the plot line.
My life was boring until my country cousins Harry and Henrietta visited us along with my Aunt Edith with her perfect petite middle-aged body and seductive skills that made us teen-aged girls look like amateurs.
The master of the manor at Crowley, in Devon, England, of the 1880s, has a fetish for fourteen-year-old stable boys recruited from the fields. There's a new crop of them every year, and using a riding crop is another one of Sir Stanley's fetishes.
Fiona has a fetish. She loves to be dominated by other women. Jenny,her daughter, arranges an evening for her mother with three of Jenny's school friends.
This story is based on my husband's experiences when he was a boy, as well as the lifestyle he and I have lived since our marriage in 2000. It is mostly true, although some parts are due to my "artistic license."