As time passed, Barbara and Sarah's relationship grew and deepened. Barbara became more and more used to having Sarah around and was becoming more and more comfortable with her sexuality and her kinks.
The whole thing was still conducted well between the hours of 9 and 5 and there were no suspicions from either husband that their wives might be closer acquaintances than they appeared. Barbara took to wearing her "Mistress" underwear more and more regularly enjoying the feel of it beneath her clothes, but fastidiously would change before her husband returned into her plain white bra and knickers, that she had always worn in the past.
Their sex life remained as regular as ever, though Barbara would sometimes get an extra thrill as she lay on her back, Steve thrusting between her legs, thinking how earlier that day, Sarah had been bound helplessly, forced to kneel facedown, wrists tied to her ankles and Barbara ruthlessly licked her to orgasm after orgasm.
She felt herself becoming more aroused through the vision than by the feeling of her husband pounding himself relentlessly inside her.
Eventually, she felt him spurt inside her and kissing her on the cheek rolled away from her. It was the usual routine and she now found herself asking why she had found this satisfying for so long. It was clear to her now that she needed more than this and decided that she needed to push the boat that she and Sarah sat in, further out into the sea of life.
Next morning, she found herself sitting at the table with a piece of paper in her hand. She had split the paper into two columns, marked "Barbara" and "Mistress Barbara". She was currently assigning adjectives to each column. "Barbara" currently had "Married", "Quiet", "cotton" and "frustrated" against it. "Mistress Barbara" had "free", "confident", "In control" against it and Barbara was deciding or "Lace" or "Leather". She smiled and added them both as Sarah knocked on the door. The door was open, so as usual, she came in and knelt in the hall, waiting for Barbara to come. This was part of their usual routine now. Sarah knocked so that Barbara knew she was there. If Barbara had a visitor, she would lock the door so that Sarah would know. Sarah would kneel, arms behind her back until Barbara came to find her. She had once spent all morning there without Barbara acknowledging her presence and Barbara had been very pleased that her slave had completed the test without a single complaint.
But today, Barbara called her through and asked her to sit at the table with her. She still considered Sarah as her friend, actually, her best friend now, and wanted to share her current situation.
Sarah listened carefully to Barbara’s story, smiling at little at the image of the previous night’s sex. She then looked at the list. She grinned.
"You've got a problem" she said. "You seem to have outgrown your current life."
Barbara nodded.
"You've moved into a space that you would never have dreamed of, a few months ago. But you still have a lot of baggage that you need to decide if you are going to get rid off."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you are still a wife first and a Mistress second. You keep everything within its box and try to keep things separate. You are now finding that this is a strain. You need to become happy with you, you want to be and this will give you the confidence to become that person."
"For example, although you are my Mistress, you have never done anything that you think will upset me. You are in control, but you have never exercised true control."
Barbara nodded. "I do think that I am in control but I always make sure that I am not forcing you to do anything that you would not wish to do."
Sarah smiled "That's right and I love you for it. But you are nowhere near my limits. I have found since I have kneeled at your feet that there is an extremely submissive woman within me. I crave your control."
Sarah took the piece of paper and wrote on the back "Sarah" and "slave sarah". Under the Sarah column, she wrote "Married", "Happy", "Sexy" and "Velvet". Under the slave column she wrote "bound and bliss", "loved and humiliated", "hurt and fucked", "no limits"
Sarah looked at what she had written and smiled. "This is me ", she said "I am not perfect and I'm certainly not free of hang-ups, but I think I am clear in my mind about you and me"
She gave the list to Barbara and asked her to read it out loud.
Barbara read through the first column and began the second. She faltered over the F-word, not quite able to say it properly.
Sarah smiled. "Mistress, you must break your in-built taboos. You still have some, but if this is to work, you must break them yourself. I can no longer help you and remain your slave."
She fell to her knees.
"Mistress, this slave would like to go home now and leave you to think."
Barbara nodded and her slave stood up and left the room leaving her Mistress deep in thought.
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Barbara sat perfectly still in her wooden upright chair watching the man before her whimper.
"Please, Mistress, don't whip me again" he begged, tears dripping onto his flushed cheeks. He was completely naked apart from a pair of steel handcuffs that adorned his wrists keeping his hands bound before him.
His back was crises-crossed with tight red lines and he trembled as he knelt before Barbara.
She said nothing, but looked down at him impassively. She sat in her lilac dress, her back straight as she could managed with her hands clasped on her lap. Her dress allowed no room for a bra and her nipples could be seen pushing through the thin material across her chest. Her dress was cut deeply up one side and a stocking top could be clearly seen along with a slight slice of exposed thigh.
"Thwack"
She flinched as the whip sliced through the air and cut the man's back again and he screamed in agony.
"Quiet, you fucking wimp".
The woman who had been beating the weeping man stepped forward and roughly thrust a pair of panties into the man's mouth.
She grabbed a gag from a nearby table and pushed that into his mouth too, clipping it together behind his head.
"There, now we will have the last ten in silence"
Barbara watched in silence and in awe. She had never imagined such brutality and she imagined that, if this followed the previous examples, this weeping man would shortly get dressed and be booking for a further session at some future time.
Barbara had spent a couple of days following her chat with Sarah, agonising over what to do. She had eventually decided to seek out a dominatrix and discuss her situation with her. The only ones she had been able to find advertised their services via various discrete channels and she had found herself ringing one up and asking if she could seek some advice.
Mistress Angela lived about twenty miles away and had been very friendly to Barbara. She was actually quite impressed by Barbara's approach and was willing to pass on advice and also to show Barbara some of the people who visited her.
She asked that Barbara help her out with a few non-sexual activities. Barbara made it clear up front that she did not want to be involved in the scenes and also that she was interested in Domination only. She did not fancy losing her control. Angela agreed but insisted that Barbara should not be fully clothed during any scene that she observed. Equally Barbara was not prepared to be naked or exposed to any of Angela's visitors. Eventually, they came to the compromise that Barbara should wear no underwear, wear stockings but would be allowed other clothes, provided that it was plain what she was (or was not wearing) underneath.
Angela explained that one of the key principles was that the Dominatrix was always in control. This included the clothing and Angela felt that if Barbara was fully clothed that this would imbalance the power balance during the scene. It was therefore important that Barbara was seen not to be fully clothed.
Barbara had been at Mistress Angela’s for three days now. She had observed many of the clientele and had been surprised at many of their requests and the manner in which they were treated.
Barbara had learned many lessons, though she still wondered how she could carry them out.
She had watched men being bound, whipped on their backs, chests, legs and most painfully across their genitals.
She had watched some being dressed up as maids and schoolgirls and put across Mistress Angela's knee and soundly spanked. She had watched them worship Mistress Angela, kissing her boots, licking her heels. She had seen them collared and chained to a variety of objects, chairs, and a wooden horse, hung by their wrists or ankles.
She had watched Mistress Angles push dildos into their orifices and strut around with a dildo strapped to her waist which she had thrust up a variety of squealing males.
After she saw the whipped man out (with a promise of a repeat performance within four weeks, Angela turned and smiled at Barbara.
"My next client is a little bit special and I think it is time that you got a little involved."
She smiled at Barbara's shocked look.
"Yes, I know that we agreed that you would just watch, but I think you have seen enough now. If we are to break your repressions, we must do it before you leave.
"I think you have seen enough now to get the general idea. You will help me and follow my general suggestions.
"Just a few thinks to remember.
"1. You will have no direct sexual contact. I have never had sex with a client and you're not about to start.
"2. You will have to use appropriate language. I know you have difficulty swearing, but you need to have mastered this. A cock is called a cock. If the client is a fucking wimp then call him one.
"3. Be firm. You do not need to be polite and never worry about going over the top. They love it. I know you worry about going too far and hurting them or their feelings, but the safe word takes care of that. If they say their safe word then stop, otherwise go hell for leather."
Angela laughed and seeing Barbara's face smiled at her.
"Listen, I've been doing this for nearly ten years. I know what I am talking about."
Barbara nodded.
Angela moved in front of Barbara and clasped her hands.
"I know you are worried" she said softly "but get through this and everything is easy. These people are good clients and if things get too much for you, we can stop and they will understand."
Barbara's eyes bulged at the words. Her mind spun around "They".
"How many?" she thought.
Angela giggled, reading her expression.
"Don't worry; they are just a married couple. They are both submissive and come to me for a little humiliation to spice up their lives."
"I understand they go and play various scenes at home afterwards."