"Pick what breakfast cereal you want" instructed Christina, my wife as we gently wandered around the supermarket.
An innocent comment but when I followed it my life turned upside down. As I crossed the aisle to pick up my packet of Coco Pops I was nearly run down by a trolley. It banged into me and a wheel ran over my foot. I exclaimed and looked up to see who it was that had run me over and had the wind knocked clean from my sails as I recognised her. She didn't recognise me initially and began apologising profusely.
"Oh, sorry! Dash it, sorry, did I hurt you? Are you OK? Colin!?"
At that point she did recognise me and my heart plummeted down to my balls. You see the woman who had just accidentally bumped into me was also the Dominatrix I had been visiting on and off for the last couple of years. Worse still I had been making a real effort to break my addiction and hadn't visited her for nearly four months.
We stood and stared at each other for a few moments, all sorts of unsaid messages being passed by our eyes as my wife crossed over with our own trolley and asked.
"Are you OK Colin? Do you know this woman?"
As they stood side by side I was struck by their total contrasts. Christina is a very small, petite blonde. Slim, with long hair, green eyes and I have always thought very cute and inherently very nice, prim and proper. Allison ( or Mistress Allison as she was known to me) was a BBW with a very full figure, huge breasts, short, dark, spiky hair and looked and was very forceful and aggressive, even when she didn't mean to be.
My brain froze for a moment at my wife's question until suddenly a brainwave hit me.
"Erm, this is Allison, we used to work together."
It was a good cover story at such short notice, now all I needed was Allison to go with it. There was a big smile on her face as I looked at her that I couldn't read and she stifled a laugh and remarked.
"Well, it was something like that anyway."
And I guess if you changed the middle two letters of work to an a and an n then it would have been accurate as I did in fact wank her on a few occasions.
"So how are you doing Colin? Is this your wife, why don't you introduce us?"
As I nervously introduced them to each other I couldn't help but think of all the things I had done with this woman that I was casually presenting to my wife of nine years. Christina nodded and treated Allison to one of her customary smiles and to my horror started to make small talk. This was a woman who had fucked me (with a strap on) in my ass and made me lick it clean. This was a woman whose piss I had tasted and drunk on numerous occasions. This was a woman who had gripped my balls and amused herself by squeezing the hell out of them. And she was now casually chatting to my dear wife!
I glanced down and saw Allison was wearing a pair of black leather boots and I recognised them! I had licked and kissed those self same boots more than once!
No doubt many would think I deserved my predicament. That visiting a Domme while married was tantamount to cheating. Perhaps. But I could not help the submissive side of my nature and the kinky feelings and impulses I had. And Christina was such a dear, sweet woman that I knew I could never reveal that dark side of my nature to her. She would have been horrified and probably taken it as some kind of fault on her part. So I had taken to visiting Domme's and finally settled on regularly visiting Mistress Allison. There I could be treated like the pathetic, submissive wimp that I fantasised about being and it allowed me to get on with the rest of my life alright before the overwhelming desire returned and I had to visit my Mistress again. I always removed my wedding band before a visit, so I doubt Allison knew I was married but who knows. And I insisted I could not be marked obviously in the sessions and so far Christina had never even come close to discovering my dirty secret.
To my eternal relief Allison moved on and so did we, pushing our trolleys in opposite directions. It seemed my secret was safe and while I was hard pushed to relax the fact I had survived this horrible chance meeting was something to be happy about. It was our weekly shop so we were while longer and as luck would have it Christina met one of her friends and was chatting to her while I hung around the magazine rack section, browsing the sports magazines and style magazines. As I looked at a cover of a film magazine with a sexy picture of Angelina Jolie on it I nearly jumped out of my skin as something jammed into my ass from behind. It was a cucumber and was being handles by Mistress Allison.
"Well worm, looks like you've been a very naughty boy, doesn't it?"
She moved beside me and, after a furtive glance around to make sure Christina was not in sight, I appealed to her.
"Listen Allison, I can't......aaah!"
I broke off and exclaimed (and quickly quietened my cry down lest I drew attention to us) because the mad bitch had just thrust her hand down the front of my jeans and unerringly found and grabbed my balls. She gave them a rough tug and squeeze and leaned towards me and hissed.
"It's Mistress Allison to you worm and don't you ever forget it. I'm enjoying watching you squirm bitch, didn't tell me you were married did you? I would have been even more severe if you had, is that why you kept your cute little slut secret from me?
She was tightening her grip to a really uncomfortable degree now and I nodded and squeaked out a pathetic, grovelling apology. Mistress Allison just snorted and continued her diatribe.
"What's the matter? Does blondie back there not play the types of games you like? Well just you remember this wimp, I know you now and I know your wife so you'd better make an appointment to come see me soon or else who knows what I might say the next time I bump into little wifie."
Finally, she released her death grip on my nuts and I sighed with relief, but she wasn't finished.
