So I fell in love with and have been with a woman who's over half my age. It started out as a simple conversation through IG, I answered a dm and what lead from there changed me. She asked me questions I never even thought about and made me think deeper than I wanted. But, I'm married and have children, so I didn't think the conversations were leading anywhere. We were kind of flirty buy I didn't want to cross any lines as if my wife saw these... one message started out very simply asking about my day etc, then she hit me with the do you know anything about bdsm? I knew the phrase but didn't really have much thought. Other than being tied up or stuff like that I didn't know, and had never tried anything. This lead to more and more questions and me thinking about how things may feel and there were things she talked about that clearly excited me.
As our conversations revolved more and more about bdsm, she revealed she was a Dom and if I was interested in being a slave? This was all on line so I didn't think this could hurt and said yes. I didn't know what I was getting into, to say the least. Our time together revolved around many things and only certain time we talked about bdsm and I had lots of questions. She has become a guide for this world and my lover, we'll, the only person I've had sex with. I have dedicated everything to her.
I have been living with her for some time, as we don't really expose our relationship to many. But her expectations were pretty plain, have breakfast and coffee ready when she wakes up and is out of the shower, be ready to massage and lotion before breakfast and tend to any other request. While she is gone, I clean, do the laundry, go to the gym, then get her dinner ready after I've cleaned myself up. When she arrives home, dinner and her drink of choice will be waiting, I am to greet her at the door and then wait for further instructions. No 2 evenings were the same as she always had something on her mind.
This particular day, she left as usual, after I gave her a massage and fed her breakfast. Throught the day, she would text me random pictures or phases so I knew she was a special kind of mood. She messaged that she'd be home at a certain time and to have 2 plates set. One for her, and one for a guest. The thought I had, made me excited yet cautious knowing the mood she was in.
As she arrived home, the door opened and the look in her eyes told me the story that she had plans for us tonight. I never ask her what she does or who she is with, as that is her business but would ask her how her day went. She ordered me to undress and I'd be worshipping her feet before she ate and before her friend arrives. This is not something I prefer to do, but it makes her happy. I prefer freshly showered, buy I do love the smell and taste of her sweaty body. She settles on the couch and I take my place at her feet, kissing licking sucking until she is pleased.
There's a knock at the door and her friend has arrived. Her friend is stunningly gorgeous, but doesn't hold a candle to my mistress. Mistress tells me to greet her friend and I'd be worshipung her feet before dinner as well. Here goes round 2 of the foot worship. Her feet have a distinct smell and taste much different from mistress but is intoxicating to me. They tell me to serve dinner then take my place under the table and wait for orders. They're dinner was filled with laughter and some slight humiliation but nothing I've nit become used to.