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While I'd love this story to be true, it is just a story - Mistress Maggie is the compendium of several women in my life, past and present.
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SPA PARTY WITH MISTRESS MAGGIE
Mistress has asked me to write about our first 'party.' Not the classic type, you understand, this was more like a somewhat twisted dinner party. Actually, Mistress refers to it as the 'spa' party. I guess it depends on your point of view.
Some explanation is in order, first. Mistress and I have known each other for a goodly long time now. I first met her on a chat site some years ago. She chatted me up, as it were. She wasn't a Mistress, she was a 20 something black lady who was just looking around. I was a 30 something guy who wanted a Mistress, but didn't know how to find one. And I didn't think I would find one on that particular online site. At first we just chatted, then we got a little more, well, you get it. The online relationship went on from there, email and IM, and has never really stopped since. Through her, I discovered just what kind of a Mistress I wanted - it was easy, it was her. I have looked in those qualities in other women, even in other Dommes, but never found them.
Through me, she discovered that she was interested in being a Domme; then, that she wanted to be a Domme; and finally, that she needed to *be* Dom. Along the way, so she's told me, there were others that she has played at Domming, but she always came back to me. That had always been enough, since we always seemed to be with other people at the same time, so our relationship at those times was based on the time we could share with each other. Mostly on the phone, but not always; I got to be a pretty good typist chatting with Mistress.
Long intro, sorry...the point of all this is that she and I were the best of friends, knew each other's shit; and knew most of the deeper darker secrets of each other. When we finally managed to both be actually free of other relationships, we were together. And it was amazing.
And it didn't last; fate pulled us apart. That's a whole other story or three.
But eventually, ultimately, and even inevitably, we were together again. And that too is another few stories in the telling. And it was again amazing, had been for, well, let's just say a while now.
She loved pushing the envelope on my comfort level, knowing that, down deep, I craved her humiliations and disciplines a lot more profoundly than Romeo ever felt about Juliet. She had started by pushing me physically; and she got me a lot healthier than I had been. Just a lot better shape. She had done it like a commanding lover, seducing me into it - but that was always her specialty. Being in better shape meant that it was easier to keep up with her, not to mention lasting longer when she had a mind to do something nasty to me. I liked that part a lot.
Once she had hardened me up some, she started on the stuff that really made her hot. I'll tell you right now, I love seeing my blood on her lips. And she loves kissing me that way, too.
So now that you know who Mistress and I are, the rest of this may make a bit more sense. She wanted to push more envelopes, so to speak. We'd gone out to a few 'bdsm' events since we'd gotten back together, but we were always both a little nervous. Although, as we would tell each other, if you see somebody you know at an event, that just means that both of you have something to hide. Still, shy or not, I know she liked showing off her power over me.
But the drawback to that sort of public play was that nobody there knew us outside of the event. Of course, that was the advantage, too - but Mistress really wanted to share her 'real life' as she called it, with those she cared for. She was tired of being 'in the closet' to everybody. I understood. So, we'd talked about it, fantasized about it, and came up with a scenario that Mistress liked - she would invite a few very very carefully chosen friends to a small 'spa party.' I would serve them, first as just the hubby helping out, but if she felt them out and thought she could tell them, I would continue serving them as her slave doing their bidding.
Who was on the list? Well, Beverly, the Sorority sister, and Michelle, her longtime friend were the ones she was sure of, but she wouldn't tell me exactly how many folks were coming. "Less than seven for dinner," was all she would say on the subject. Well, there was one more thing: "Dinner should be amazing, but don't tire yourself out cooking it, I'll need you all evening."
When the evening arrived, there were indeed less than seven. There were four, including me, at the party. (Mistress told me later that she'd thought about having more, but couldn't come up with anybody she trusted.)
The two ladies arrived within five minutes of each other. They were both charming. Neither of them had been to the house before. I'd met them at a social occasion or two with Mistress, who was by my side when I opened the door, and she showed them upstairs to change. The party was just beginning.
There was wine, of course, several sorts, as well as nibble snacks of cheese, crackers and some fruit. The hot tub in the yard was bubbling softly, tiki torches lit, and dinner was ready to go whenever they were, plus about an hour. They came back downstairs, having changed into bathing suits, and I handed out their drink orders as they passed on the way to the tub. Mistress graciously took a glass of quite delightful Shiraz, Beverly asked for - and received - a glass of Chardonnay, and Michelle asked for the same as a spritzer with lime. Oops . . . I didn't have any limes, nor lime juice.
Well, normally when I'm caught without an ingredient, I'm in trouble, as the pantry is my responsibility to stock. But fortunately, when Mistress and I went shopping for this evening, she had actually given the thumbs down on my suggestion that we buy some lemons and limes. I knew she'd remember that, which was confirmed when she glanced over at me with a little irritation. Then she smiled, and shook her head, saying, "Well, sweetie, I knew I should have trusted you on the pantry. Get your ass out of here and grab some, along with whatever else you think we need. Don't take long, we'll be soaking in the tub when you get back."
I followed them outside with the bottles of wine and fizzy stuff, and the snacks, which were on a silly little floating tray for the tub. Then, when Mistress caught my eye and nodded, I was off for the store. I grabbed limes and lemons, juices of both, and a few other things that caught my eye. I blazed back, wedged up some lemons and limes, and headed out to the spa, where I could hear talking and laughing. They sounded like they'd gotten pretty comfy and warm in the last half hour or so I'd been gone.
Beverly was talking when I arrived, I didn't catch about what, and Mistress said, "Hey, hold up a minute, Bev - you remember I told you this was ladies day - and you need to know that the man coming up with the limes is gonna take care of us however we want - that's his job tonight."
She paused, then said, "And he knows that he'll be punished if he screws up, don't you, baby?"
