Please note that this and my other works are mainly fantasy and should not be read by those not into heavy BDSM. This is the first of the new "slave william and slave michelle" adventures. Some scenes are close to reality that I have experienced and all are others are ones that I would like to experience first hand. If you dislike my writings, please be mature and find something else to read. If you feel this story is in the wrong category, in the whole scheme of things, does it really matter?
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She squeezed my left hand hard as I pressed the elevator button that would take us to the 7th floor.
I looked at her and as our eyes met, nervously, we both smiled into each others eyes and I squeezed her right hand to indicate that all was well and that a new journey was about to begin for us. My beautiful wife Michelle...God how I loved her and would tell her that every morning when my eyes first fell upon her for the day. She always looked extremely attractive no matter what she wore and no matter whether she had makeup on or not. She was very well built, she had long, dirty blonde hair and she had this loveable squeaky voice that drove me wild. Michelle worked in the entertainment business, a cable channel, where we had met at a business luncheon and it had been love at first sight for both of us.
The elevator doors closed and our journey began. It had only been 3 weeks ago that we discovered a common sexual need, a common sexual preference that had stunned us both.
While returning from a fantastic week in Nassau, we took liberties with the free alcohol in first class and by the time we got into our hotel room in Toronto that night, both our tongues had loosened and had taken on a level of confession never displayed before. At that time we both admitted our undying love for each other and although our sexual drives and performance was better than most, we imagined, we both admitted to a need that each of us had kept within us for years. Somehow we got onto this subject and blurted out almost at the same time that we wished to be controlled by another woman. Not much more was said on the subject until we arrived home the following afternoon.
After organizing our lives back to the day-to-day madness, we agreed to sit down and discuss the subject that had popped up the previous night. I told Michelle that I had always wanted to be bound and controlled by a strict woman, the stricter the better. A woman that would not hesitate to take pleasure with my pain. It had never occurred to me to even ask Michelle to even have a mild bondage encounter in the bedroom, as I knew she was my partner and lover and not my 'Mistress of Pain.'
Michelle had been nodding her head as I made my confession and added that she too had the exact same feelings of a want and need to be controlled by a strict female. She even added emphasis to this as to make her point, "a rough dominant," she said in a high squeaky voice.
We held each other tight after making these revelations to each other and then as we separated, I asked her, "Now what are we going to do to resolve this?" It took almost the whole afternoon to map out our strategy based on our needs and availability or rather proximity of a 'Mistress' that we sought. The Internet provided all the information we needed and after a thorough review of all services we narrowed the decision down to one professional dominatrix in the Toronto area. Money would not be a factor as we both were well off from unfortunate inheritances that had been left unused to date. Time was not a factor, as I owned several businesses and Michelle only worked on a part time basis. We decided early in the process that we would enter into this as a couple rather than seeking someone to serve on an individual basis. We would only do this together and we must be together at all times. I'm not certain if that made us more secure in our actions but to myself, it certainly did. The main reason was that we were a couple in love and would be forever. The dominatrix that we found, Mistress Alexis, offered that type of specific service but warned that she was only interested in extremely sadistic slaves.
That was the woman we sought.
The decision as to whether we could 'utilize' her services did not rest with us even though the confidential financial arrangements did. First, we each had to apply for her services by completing a 'sexual resume' that listed our past experience, our wants and needs, and agreement that we offered ourselves to her totally, completely, with only the exceptions being that we showed as limits. Both Michelle and I agreed to submit similar limits to ensure that we remained a couple. These were then e-mailed to a WR&C Enterprises as instructed on the web page.
The next day, each of us received an e-mail back from WR&C stating that our applications were being considered BUT would be rejected unless 2 changes were made to our limits. The first was minor and would mean that we could be apart but it would only be during a session or for preparations for it. That was agreeable to both of us.
Our limits had included the usual ones...no scat and actually no toilet sex of any kind, no blood, no permanent marks, no piercings, no teens or children, complete and total confidentiality and privacy was required, and no intercourse nor any act of sexual pleasure with any one other than Mistress Alexis.
The 2nd change that was put into question was this limit of intercourse or sexual act with a 3rd party. Sexual acts were a requirement on our part. We were told that in later sessions, either females or males or both, of any number, would participate in the session with the same or opposite sex and as a submissive or possibly as a dominant. This matter was not up for negotiation and we were told that if we did not agree that we could look elsewhere. Agreement on this point took some time, as Michelle had to convince me that it was completely acceptable to her and that I may like it as well. The thing she stressed was not to accept the pleasure but rather the pain that the pleasure gave. We both felt as strongly then as we do now that nothing could ever come between our love for each other. God I was lucky to have found this woman. A reply was made agreeing to both changes to our limits.
A few days later, we were sent an email telling us the time, date, and location of our first meeting as slaves with Mistress Alexis. And that was how we found ourselves nervously waiting together for the elevator to reach the 7th floor...
Finally, the door opened and with a collective breath we stepped out looking around and finally stepping up to a directory on the wall right across from us that indicated our destination was left at the end of the hall. We arrived at the door for WR&C Enterprises and below the name was a small sign telling visitors to ring the buzzer for service, which we did.
"Yes, please state your business!" was the reply to that action.
"It is William and Michelle. We were to be here for an 11a.m. meeting," I replied back.
"It is 11:20. You are late. I'll buzz you in." replied the same female voice.
I opened the door and let Michelle in as she grimaced to me probably about being a few minutes late and then I followed in behind her. We had walked into what must be the lobby but there was no chairs only a desk in front manned by a very attractive woman...long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. A sign on the desk had the name Victoria on it and nothing else. The desk had no modesty panel and I could see that she only wore a black leather bra and matching thong and had black knee high leather boots as well and the heels looked like they were 6" spikes. The entire wall behind her was one big mirror.
"We're here to see Mistress Alexis." Michelle stated to the woman.
"Stand in front of me now! Both of you! You are slaves and are not to speak unless you have permission to do so!" she barked out at us.
We both stammered out a "Sorry Mistress" as we rushed to please, standing in front of her desk and looking down at her.
"You stupid sluts! I am not your Mistress. You may refer to me as Miss Victoria or Ma'am. Understood?"
"Yes Miss Victoria," we both rush out a reply at the same time.
