This is a story containing graphic sexual content and BDSM. If you are not legally allowed to view such a story, or might be offended by it please do NOT read it.
This is purely a work of fiction.
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Hi I am Mary. Let me describe myself and how I came to be in this situation. I am 25, a successful business woman who is quite dominant at work due to my senior position in the Company, but has always craved the opposite, being a submissive outside of work, I guess a kind of relief from the dreariness of the working and everyday life.
I am 5 foot tall without heels, long blonde hair which was not out of a bottle, a size UK 10 dress with 34c breasts that have very large sensitive nipples, these were pierced and had rings through them. I keep myself fully shaven. I am only 8 stone (about 50 kg) fully wet.
I enjoy sex a lot, but have never settled with any boyfriend for long, relationships always seem to get stale, there is always something missing. I have had a couple of bi encounters but again nothing that seemed to last.
I have a small one bed roomed apartment, nicely furnished if I say so myself, with a king sized four poster bed despite being in it alone most of the time. I eat well and go running to keep myself supple and in shape.
One advantage of the four poster is it enables me to practise some self bondage, something I really enjoy after the stresses of the work day, and I guess I knew deep down I wanted more than self bondage, to be able to give control of myself to another was my dream.
And so it was that I started chatting to a couple in a bondage chat room. Well at first it was the guy, Philip, who approached me for a chat, he seemed very real, and we soon got down to what I was looking for, he claimed he was a well practiced Dom, was 47 years old, 6 foot 3 inches tall and kept himself in shape, he sent the usual pictures including one of his cock which looked large and fat.
I guess we chatted about various things over a period of about a month and how he would treat me, and each time we finished our chats I found myself to be wet with excitement and this often resulted in my using my dildo to please myself.
Then he told me that he was married, my heart sunk, as I then believed that this had all been a waste of time. He then went on to explain that as a couple they played separately but also together, they were both Dom and Domme, and had playmates, but also attended events specifically for BDSM players.
Intrigued we continued chatting so I could find out more about both of them. His wife Amanda was 43, and large, dress size 26 he told me, but despite that was fit and very sexual. She was also bi like me.
Anyway to cut a long story short we eventually agreed to meet socially after work one Friday. The meeting was to be at a local coffee shop attached to a garage on the outskirts of town. We could both drive there and there was plenty of parking. I have to say I was both apprehensive but excited as well, could this be the missing thing in my life, he had made it very clear that he would hurt me as well as giving me pleasure, we had discussed limits and safe words so the scene was set.
If we got on during the meeting then I would follow him back to his house which was out in the country and hard to find, and stay for the weekend to see if we wanted to take it further.
And so the Friday came round all too quickly and I was starting to have doubts, was this really what I wanted? I am a proud woman and having made the arrangement to meet I would not back out, that did not stop me feeling a little scared of the possibility of 'giving' myself to two people I did not really know.
I went to the toilet before leaving work, checked my make up, I was wearing what I call my power suit, a pin stripe suit in dark grey, skirt just down to my knees, a white blouse buttoned down the front, and jacket, and my 4 inch black heels, my normal dress for a working day.
Satisfied I looked good I went down to the car park and drove to the meeting place, got out, smoothed my skirt down and entered the coffee shop. I did not see them immediately as they had found a booth at the back, quite secluded and away for other customers. I put my best smile on and approached them.
Philip watched me as I approached, he stood up, and in a deep voice said "Mary glad you could make it." and signalled that I should sit beside him in the booth, Amanda was watching smiling as I sat down and sitting opposite us.
As I slid into the booth he said "What would you like to drink."
I replied nervously "Just a Latte please." He leaned towards me and softly said "You will always address me as Master, now what did you want?"
"Just a Latte please Master." I replied almost without thinking.