It is a Friday night and I am upstairs in my bedroom sitting at my dressing table getting ready for a night out. It should not take me to much longer as I have just gotten out of the shower and I only need to dry and brush my hair and put on a little make-up. My husband does not like me wearing to much so just some lipstick and a little mascara. What I will be wearing for the night is already laid out on the bed. It would have been a normal Friday night at home if my husband had not text me earlier while I was at work. I work for a small law firm as a paralegal. The message he sent simply read, "We are going out tonight. Be ready to leave at 7. Wear your usual outfit."
What my husband refers to as my usual outfit was sitting on the bed. It consists of a black leather collar, with matching wrist and ankles cuffs, and black strap-up four-inch-high heel sandals. That's right. I am my husband's submissive. I have been almost since the first day we met back in college, but that is a story for another time.
Finishing with my long blond hair and then my make-up and seeing that it almost seven, I get ready to go downstairs. First go on the wrist cuffs followed by the ankle cuffs and shoes. I then remove my wedding ring from my left hand, placing it into a special case, and set the case down on the dressing table. The collar goes on last. I never wear my wedding ring and my collar at the same time. When I fasten my collar around my neck it is like I become an entirely different person. The wife and mother of a beautiful daughter l appear to be to all of our friends and neighbors no longer exists in my mind. I become almost an entirely and completely different person. One who is totally subservient in every way to her Master and who's only purpose is to give him whatever pleasure he desires.
Downstairs Master is waiting. There I put on my coat and head out the door. The coat is my one concession. It is a long and black with a very high collar to hide my usual outfit underneath. Someone seeing us outside as we walked to the car would think we were just going out for the evening and would have to look hard to notice that my ankle cuffs are not part of my shoes.
Once in the car and driving away from the house, Master begins talking, "Tonight I am loaning you out." That meant he would not be staying. If he had said "sharing" that meant he would stay and use me as well. "They are new couple."
That was different. My Master had never loaned me to a new couple before. He always shared me the first time with a new couple. I almost took off my collar and told him no way. Then Master continued talking. "I trust them. I had lunch with both of them a couple of days ago and we went over the rules. Plus, we were introduced through a very good mutual friend of the wife's and mine."
The rules are pretty simple. There are basically only three of them.
No anal.
No marks on my face or below the knees or elbows.
No permanent marks any place else.
There are several more small ones, but those three are the most important.
My Master finished by saying, "The wife is a young up-and-coming executive for a local large company. As it turns out that company is also one of my biggest clients. She knows that if anything were to happen to you I could steal millions from the company and blame the whole thing on her with a few keystrokes. And no one would ever find out."
I guess I should tell you something about my Master at this point. His real name is Jeff, but I would never call him that while wearing my collar. It is always "Master" or "Sir". He is a top-level executive at one of the oldest and largest accounting firms in the city. Most of the wealthiest people and largest companies in town are among the very exclusive client list. His great-great grandfather founded the firm well over a hundred years ago. He is very good at his job and slated to be the next company president. But he would never do anything illegal unless it was to protect me.
Then he finished with, "Any way after talking with them, I don't think you need to worry too much about the husband anyway. Tonight, is more about the wife. I think she will be pretty much be in control. She has become a very well experienced Domme."
Now that is something new. For the most part whenever Master "loaned" or "shared" me with another couple, the woman was generally a submissive like me or at least curious about becoming one. Only once in my past had both the husband and wife I was serving had been dominants. And the wife was very new to the experience and just learning. Serving a well experienced Mistress for the night would quite definitely be something new for me. With that said I started looking forward to this new experience.
After driving for close to an hour Master pulled up in front of a very nice looking small house in a quiet neighborhood. There he said, "This is the place. Get out and walk to the front door when you are ready."
Whenever my Master loans me out he would park where he could see the front door but never get out of the car. Opening the door and stepping out I retrieved my overnight bag from behind the seat of my Master's black corvette where he always puts it for me.
As I started to close the door he added, "I will pick you up at noon tomorrow. I let them know that you are a fabulous cook. They will probably tell you to make breakfast for them in the morning. Be ready to go when I arrive to pick you up."
With that I began walking toward the door and rang the bell. A woman opened the door dressed in a plain white lady's business blouse and gray pencil skirt. "Come in. I have been expecting you," she said.
After she closed the door behind me I knelt in the entry way. Removed my coat and placed it into the bag I brought in with me. Took my shoes off and also put them into the bag. One of the smaller rules, I am not allowed to wear shoes inside unless I am going out. Then I took from the bag a long and slim leather object placed it in my hands and presented it to my Mistress for the night. "To be used in the event that you are displeased in any way tonight," I said.
"A riding crop, how very nice, I have been informed that you are very obedient so hopefully this won't be needed too much tonight," she stated.
"Use it whenever and however you feel it is necessary," I replied.
"Your Master did not tell me your name when we talked. What should I call you?" she asked.
"My name is Slut. But you can call her any name that you like," I replied.
"Slut, I like the sound of that. I think that will work fine for tonight," she said
"Thank you, Slut likes it too," I replied cheerfully.
