This is the first part of a longer story of how the financial pressures of joblessness in the era of COVID forces one woman into becoming a 24/7 sex toy and slave. This is my first story so comments and suggestions would be appreciated. This is a love story that contains incest, lesbian, male domination, and BDSM themes. If you don't like these themes please skip the story. I want to thank my editor 1moeannie. She took my original text and made great suggestions and corrections that helped me improve the story.
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Alice's Journey into Kink
I'm standing at the door of the man who will become my master. As soon as I knock, I am committed, but I really have no choice, it is either this or homelessness, but at the same time, I want this. COVID has ruined so many lives, but I hope I have found a way to salvage mine, plus I have grown to love this man in the few weeks I have known him.
I need to back up a bit and tell you my story. My name is Alice, I am 45 years old and 5' 6" tall. I haven't gained weight since my college years because I work out regularly. I have long blond hair that reaches to the middle of my back. Fortunately, my DD size breasts only sag a little. I've been told that I am very pretty. I got married right out of college to an Engineering Major I started dating my junior year. I was an art major. He found a great job, our together life was great. We had two daughters. The first when I was 22 and the second when I was 24. We bought a nice four-bedroom home. I stayed home to care for the girls and our home.
We had a great sex life which got even better after we watched the 2002 movie "Secretary". I was amazed. I found myself getting excited as the main character, Lee Holloway, became submissive to her boss.
At the end of the movie my husband asked me, "Honey, what did you think of the movie?"
I replied, "I really, really enjoyed it. I kept thinking that I'd love to be in Lee's place."
He replied "Wow, I didn't expect that. I thought you wouldn't like being dominated by anyone."
I smiled at him, put my hand on the front of his pants and rubbed his cock through his jeans.
I said "If it's the right man I'd love to be dominated. Would you be willing to reenact the scenes with me? Except for the Pee one, I didn't like that scene."
I could feel his cock getting hard.
Over the next few weeks, when we could get time away from our young daughters, we recreated each scene from the movie. As we reenacted the scene at the end of the movie where Lee was tied to a tree and fucked, I realized that I enjoyed being submissive.
After we did one scene my husband asked if we could switch roles and redo a scene. Afterward, he said he liked switching roles but not as much as when he was in charge. I told him I felt the same way. So, we agreed that occasionally we'd switch, but mostly I would be the submissive.
And that is when I knew that I'm a submissive who liked to occasionally dominate. My husband was the opposite. He's a dominant who occasionally liked to take on the submissive role. Over time we delved deeper into BDSM. I enjoyed being naked, tied down and punished by my husband/master. Being spanked, paddled, flogged, or even shocked in combination with sexual play really turned me on. We kept our kinky life private. Eventually, my husband became my Master for everything in my life, but in public it seemed to others that I was just deferring to him.
To me it was a perfect life, never knowing what games my master/husband would want to play. I ended up with a nice collection of outfits for our games, which always ended up with me having one or more orgasms.
Occasionally, he would surprise me and tell me that tomorrow we would switch. I had so much fun on those days. I always arranged to have the girls stay with Grandma that night. I would greet him at the door dressed to the nines. I would wear a low-cut long evening gown with a long slit up the side and four-inch heels. Under it, I would wear my corset that had a built-in shelf bra which enhanced my breasts as they pressed against the dress. I'd put on thigh-high stockings that would attach to garters on the corset. I enjoyed commanding him to strip and serve me, but I couldn't do it for more than a day. I enjoyed being submissive too much.
Alice's life falls apart
Shortly after my 42nd birthday, our life fell apart. I still remember the call from the police saying my husband had been in a terrible car crash and was being rushed to the local hospital. I made it to his bedside before he died.
We had little savings, and the life insurance wasn't much. Michelle, my oldest, was attending state college which was 3 hours away and living in the dorms. Jessica, my youngest, had turned 18 and was graduating from high school. She had been accepted to the same college as her sister. I figured I could stay in the house and pay for their college if I found a job. Fortunately, I quickly found a job as a receptionist for a small restaurant chain. My daughters got part-time jobs in retail but we were still sinking slowly. I knew I had to get our expenses down, but we'd make it two years before we ran out of savings.
I made some half-hearted efforts to find another partner. I went on some of the bondage dating sites and sent some messages. I had a few dates but the chemistry wasn't there. I ended up going on a date about every six months, but none of the relationships went anywhere.
After a year of watching the balance of my savings shrink, I decided to sell the house and move into a two-bedroom condo. I figured I would sleep on the couch when my daughters were with me between terms. The money I got from the house was almost enough to buy the condo. I ended up with a small loan with a payment that I could just afford along with paying the girls' college tuition and dorm rooms until they graduated. I was grateful that both my daughters had great scholarships because I couldn't have afforded the full cost.
It was at this time, as we were packing to move, my daughters, now 21 and 19, discovered my kinky toys and outfits. They brought the big suitcase into my bedroom and asked about it. I explained how kinky their dad and I had been, which it turns out they suspected.
They pulled out item after item asking how we'd used it. I was getting aroused as we continued the conversation, I hadn't felt this way since my husband died. It hit me like a rock how much I missed submissive play.
Jessica, my youngest, asked me to show them how I was tied to the bed naked or how I tied Dad to the bed when we switched. Michelle, my oldest, volunteered to be my model. Jessica said she wanted to be the model also. They begged me over the next hour to let them experience Kink. Slowly my weak dominant urges started to take over and I finally agreed to let them experience Kink.
I told them that they would have to do what I said. They agreed to follow my directions. I told them I would need to change my clothes. Imagine their shock when I came out wearing my dominatrix outfit and holding a riding crop.
I ordered them to strip slowly. They looked at each other a little shocked by this change in my tone.
Michelle said "In for a penny, in for a pound," then kicked off her deck shoes.
I said "Strip slowly. Put on a show for me."
I remembered the script their dad liked the half dozen times a year we switched and I called the shots in the bedroom.
Michelle had on a blouse which she started unbuttoning from the top. Jessica had on a t-shirt which she started to roll up over her head. Both were wearing plain white bras. They both unbuttoned their pants, turned away from me, and slowly pulled them down over their butts revealing their thongs.