My mistress, Mistress Angela, has commanded me to write this account of how we met and how we live. I have been Mistress Angela's money slave and cuckold for three months now. She moved in with me a little over a month ago.
I met Mistress Angela just over a year ago. She was working as a dancer at the Gold Club. My wife had died the year before, and I was looking for some fun. She sat down next to me and told me her name was Marie. I bought her a drink. As we talked, I found out she enjoyed domination, although she didn't have a lot of experience. I took her into the Champagne Room, and she blew cigarette smoke in my face while I told her my female domination stories. She had a pleasant girl next door face, shoulder length wavy hair, and perky round breasts. I was surprised to find out she was only eighteen. She seemed older and more mature.
Every time I got the chance, I would visit the Gold Club and spend time with Marie. She enjoyed listening to my stories, and after I saw her a few times she found my stories on Literotica.com and used the feedback to email me. I found out her real name was Angela. I sent her my favorite domination and torment pictures, and she let me know which nights she was working and what was going on in her life.
One day Angela called my cell phone and asked if we could get together that night. We arranged to meet at a quiet Italian restaurant near the Gold Club. I drove over after work, and met her at the door. We went in, and got a nice table in the back. She ordered lasagna, and I had shrimp fettuccini.
After the waiter left, Angela leaned over and whispered, "Bert, were those cuckold stories just stories, or is that something you really want?"
I took a sip of my water. "I would love to have a woman cuckold me, but we would have to have a relationship for it to mean anything."
Angela took a bite of the garlic bread. "I would be interested in cuckolding you."
My cuckold fantasies had always involved women closer to my age. The youngest woman I ever fantasized about was in her thirties. I was stunned that a not quite nineteen-year-old woman would be interested in someone so old. It took a while before I could respond. "Really. What did you have in mind?"
Angela grinned. "I've seen web sites of women looking for money slaves. It sounds interesting, and college would be a lot easier if I didn't have to work. I'll be happy to dominate and cuckold you if you agree to support me."
I'd seen web sites and profiles for financial dominants. While the pictures were usually pretty young ladies, they all seemed to be phonies and / or frauds. I never imagined I'd be discussing financial domination with anyone. "What do you mean by support?"
"You would take over my car and car insurance payments, my school bills, and provide me with a monthly $400 clothing allowance and a $600 allowance. When the lease is up on my apartment in a couple of months I'll move in with you."
It was obvious that she'd thought this through. Mentally adding up the numbers, it would cost me nearly $3000 a month, half my take home, to support her as a live in dominant. "And what would I get in return?"
Angela leaned on my shoulder. "You get me. I promise to dominate and cuckold you at least sixteen hours a week. Every once in a while, you get to eat my pussy."
The offer sounded tempting. "How much are your bills?"
Angela dug around in her purse. "Here they are."
I looked over her school, car, and insurance bills. She owed $3000 to her college, but at least her car payments were current. "Can I think about this?"
Angela smiled. "I need your answer tonight. If you're not interested, I have a couple of weeks to figure out how I'm going to finance next semester."
The waiter brought the lasagna and the shrimp fettuccini. Angela and I quietly ate. Did I want to turn my life over to a teenager, even one as sensible as Angela? I thought about her offer and fanaticized what she would have me do as my live-in mistress. By the time the waiter brought Angela coffee, I had decided to accept her offer. No matter what she did, my life would be more exciting with her.
I turned to Angela; "I want you to be my mistress. What do we do now?"
Angela sipped on her coffee. "Pay those bills, and I'll have the rest of the bill addresses changed to your address. Until I can move in with you, I'll come over to your house every Sunday afternoon and dominate you." She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "See you Sunday."
I gave the waiter my credit card, and signed the receipt. I was apprehensive and excited at the same time. I yielded to the teen dominant, but I wasn't sure I could afford to keep her.
Later that week I checked around and found out I could save some money by refinancing Angela's car at a better interest rate. I also saved some money by putting her on my car insurance as my niece. I realized that come tax time I could claim Angela as a dependant and save some money there.
Angela came over Sunday just after lunch. She looked at my bondage equipment, and decided we needed to order a few additional items. We got on the computer and brought up JT's Stockroom. She found an interesting locking chrome cock cage and cock ring, as well as a black deerskin flogger and a black wooden paddle with holes she liked. She picked out several leather wrist and ankle restraints, and we placed the order.
Next, I took her to the mall. She selected several bra and panty sets in Victoria's Secret, and picked out some tops and shorts at Pacific Sunwear.
She put her new underwear and sweaters in her car after we returned to my house. I went upstairs to get undressed and get my bondage equipment. When I returned to the living room, Angela was sitting on the sofa.
"Put that box down and kneel in front of me," Angela commanded.
