Let me introduce myself first; my name is Suzanna, I am 28 years old and I am married for 3 years now with my husband Eric. Eric is the sweetest guy on earth and he is also very handsome. He is 28 years old, just like me, tall and athletic built; he has blonde hair and blue eyes and a wonderful cock. I am of average height and very slim; I have long blonde hair and brown eyes. my breasts are small but I don't have a problem with that. I think I look good and I am proud of my body; although I am way too shy to show it off. I have a very good marriage with Eric; we almost never fight and we are still very much in love. There is only one problem; we know each other for almost 10 years now and we sort of lost the spark in bed. We do have regular sex but it has become a bit of a routine; always the same position and always Tuesday and Friday night.
It is a rainy Thursday and I don't have to work today; I work three days a week at a lawyer's office where I do the administration. The household tasks are done for today and I decide to surf the internet a bit. When I type the first letter of the website I want to visit the browser gives a strange suggestion; curiously I click it. The website makes me drop my jaw; it is a website where men are tortured and humiliated by women. How is this possible? Eric must have visited this website otherwise it wouldn't be in our web browser. In a state of shock I search the entire browser history and I find at least ten more of the same websites. Confused and despaired I stare at the screen; the first emotion I feel is anger. This almost feels as cheating but when I think about it I realize that it might also be partially to blame on me. Apparently I am not able to fulfill his needs; on the other hand I realize that he never talked about it with me and I do blame him for that.
The oncoming days I watch the internet history carefully and I see that Eric visited the website regular. This has to stop but I don't know how. I think about it for a while and then I come up with a plant. I decide to give him what he wants.
A week after the fist discovery I sit behind the computer again and what a film on one of those websites. At first I am shocked; shocked of the violence and the moaning of those men. I manage to get over it and a few moments later I find myself fascinated; fascinated by the power of the mistress. The way that woman stands there; full of confidence and power. And most of all the way she enforces the respect she gets form her slaves. If I would have any doubts about my plan they are taken away right now. This is what I want! Not only to get Eric back but also for my own pleasure. One realization brings me back on earth; I don't know anything about all this stuff, what do I have to do? While I sit behind my computer I realize that the biggest source of information is right in front of me. I spent the rest of the day reading articles about BDSM and looking at all kinds of bulletin boards.
Again it is a week later; after a week of studying it is time for the next step. I have absolutely no BDSM equipment in my possessing so it is time to go shopping. I take a bus to the shopping district and I begin my search. The first thing I want to have is a nice lingerie set. I walk into a small shop where I've bought a few beautiful things before and I look around a bit. I am the only customer in the show and it doesn't take long before the girl in the shop comes over to me.
"Can I help you?" she asks polite.
The girl is very attractive and she is about 21 years old. My shyness strikes me immediately.
"I ... eh... am looking for something that... eh... makes me look strict."
The girl smiles friendly.
"I think I have something for you right here." She says
I follow her and she points me on a black set consisting of a bra, thong, and suspender belt and matching stockings; everything has lace edges. I immediately fall in love with it and I grab a set in my size and I want to go to the pay desk.
"I think it is better if you try it on first." says the girl quickly.
I agree with that and I head to the changing rooms. I take off all my clothes and put on the set. The feeling of new lingerie always excites me a bit; my nipples are getting hard already in the bra. I look in the mirror in the changing room and like what I see; it looks great on me, my breasts look great and the whole thing fits perfectly. Just when I am about to take it off again the girl asks me to come out of the room.
"I would like to check if you have the right size." She explains "it is amazing how many women are wearing the wrong size bra."
I am actually too shy to step out of the room but it is rude to refuse this and on top of that; I am the only one in the shop. I step outside and the girl checks me out.
"It looks great on you madam."
I blush of the compliment.
"Let's see if the bra is the right size."
She fiddles on the bra a bit and thereby also on my breasts; she has to feel my hard nipples in the bra. She also rearranges the tong and the suspender belt thereby stroking my pussy. This is too much for me and I feel the thong getting wet.
"Everything is alright." The girl says when she is done. "If you change back to your other clothes I will pack your new set."
I panic; she is going to notice the wet thong for sure. What would she think of me?
"I ...eh... keep in on I think. I like it so much" I reply.
I run back in the changing room and quickly get my other clothes back on. With my old underwear in a bag I leave the shop with a sigh of relief.
A bit down the road I take a seat at a terrace. That almost went wrong and this is the part that should have been the easiest. I decide to drink a glass of wine for some extra courage before I head to my second and final shop.