Mira had taken control of many things in her life. She had launched her successful online pages so she could show off her creative talents... as well as her smokin' bod... and had built a fan base of more than 1,000, which she also was directing toward her Instagram page. She had full control of what she created and what she posted, and her fans adored her. She even recently took control of the design of her apartment, decorating it to her tastes, not just what she could afford.
But regarding her sex life, she was ready for a new level of control. Sure, she had shed her conservative upbringing and tried some things she couldn't even imagine when she was younger. She married young and wanted to experiment, but it took years for her to convince her husband to do that. When she was more assertive and pushed the issue, he finally agreed, and she found another man to share her burgeoning sexuality with.
She delighted at the thought of making love to her longtime partner and then just raw fucking her new partner. She would get wet and horny before she left to see her new man and fuck her husband well. Then, she would fuck her new man with great vigor, and get turned on thinking about how she would continue with her old partner. It was a cycle of arousal she cherished, wanting these two men separately and they wanting her separately.
But even that needed to change. With some clever planning, she managed to get them both together in the same place so her two partners would fuck her together, stepping into a new realm of adventures with the two men she loved so much. (See, "It Takes Two... or Three" https://www.literotica.com/s/it-takes-two-or-three ) Even that, though, was a bit on their terms. And Mira wanted more control.
As she packed up her dominatrix gear bought for her by her favorite fan, she thought about how she had always desired to be in control of the BDSM sessions she sometimes had. But it always seemed to be someone else who was dominating her. She was moving forward to change that.
Her trip would take her out of town, to a city where she knew no one, and no one knew her. She told her husband she was visiting a friend; she told her new partner she was visiting a friend. But she didn't tell either one who it was or what she would be doing. She wanted to shake off the "rule-following" Mira and do something outside of the learns the three had established, outside of her upbringing and sweet girl nature. She was calling up a dark side that was deep inside her for a long time and was only called to the surface by one man: Fred Dover.
Fred was an "acquaintance" - a fan on her website. It was definitely against the rules to connect with a fan in real life, but Mira was tired of everyone telling her what she could and couldn't do, to follow the rules, to continue to be just that sweet-faced blonde with a pretty smile and compliant nature. She wanted to be free of those conventions, even if it was just for a weekend, so she could feel her wings spreading out and flying free - even if her intention was to go back to what she also loved.
Mira and Fred chatted at length on the website. She thought he was sweet and kind; he said he liked her style. Their conversations grew more sexual in nature, which was actually outside of her normal boundaries on OnlyFans. But she trusted him, and he never crossed (intentionally) any lines she felt were too much. Fred had even suggested glass toys once, and just about as soon as she showed an interest and sent him screenshots of some she liked, he sent her the money to get one.
Mira loved playing with Fred online, but most of it was still pretty conventional: sexy talk, maybe some mutual masturbation. She wanted to break away more from the conventional. During one of their conversations, Fred asked what she wanted to do. She admitted that while she enjoyed some BDSM with her partners, they were the dominant ones; she wanted to dominate.
"Then why don't you?" he typed into the chat box.
Well, it's not that easy she told him. She was working hard enough to balance her lives between two lovers and keep up on her creative arts, including OnlyFans and Instagram. But Fred was insistent that she needed to break those conventions that held her back, and he readily volunteered to help.
Soon, he had ordered her a dominatrix outfit, which she loved. But she didn't think either of her partners would let her do what she really wanted to do.
"I would," Fred answered in the chat.
She was a little stunned and didn't know how to answer at first.
"Really?" she typed almost timidly into the chat box, afraid this was too good to be true.
But as they chatted more and her trust and confidence in this man she had never seen grew, she agreed to his buying of her plane ticket to the city, as well as hotel room and transportation while there. He also knew of a BDSM club where she could do what she wanted. And most importantly, she had someone who was willing to be a submissive to her dominant and take that plunge with her.
A few weeks later she found herself in a hotel room, unpacking the outfit so graciously given to her... along with the new sense of confidence Fred had spent weeks bringing out in her.
Mira pulled the vinyl teddy over her body, delighting at the feel of the material against her naked skin. At one moment it felt very unnatural, like it was material not of this earth. But it was another indicator of how this was another step away from what she had always done. Instead of the natural hippie chick girl who embraced the real world with a kind heart and smile and dressed in flowing clothes, it was almost like she was putting on a new skin, as the plastic material gripped her body tightly. She felt a new mood coming over her: a darker mood that would set aside her cheerful ways and be a little bit cruel - but still rewarding her submissive in the end.
She loved the way the teddy pulled up between her legs, pressing tight against her bare pussy lips - almost to the point of pushing them aside - and left her ass exposed. The long latex thigh highs and arms-length gloves similarly hugged her and squeaked ever so slightly. The entire outfit wrapped her tightly and felt so foreign, and that turned her on even more. Her nipples pressed hard against the material and formed sexy bumps that showed just how turned on she was; her pussy lips swollen from the tight contact. She put on stiletto heels that accentuated her tight ass even more. Mira looked in the mirror and thought, "This is certainly different; I am certainly different."
Finishing off her makeup with bright red lipstick - another unnatural color for what she usually wore - she pulled on a long, black trench coat that might hide what she wore, but she knew her eyes probably weren't hiding the wickedness in her thoughts. She stepped out of the hotel and into an awaiting private car.
As the car drove through the streets of the city, Mira thought she saw the driver grab a glimpse of her in the rearview mirror. His eyes met hers, and she smiled at him, as she opened the coat slightly to give him a sneak peek at what was underneath. Mira lewdly ran her gloved hand down the front of the vinyl teddy and spread her legs just slightly, to run a solitary finger over her barely covered pussy, giving the driver a knowing wink. While he might have had intentions to pull over and join her right then and there, the car arrived at the location. Mira smiled once more as she teasingly closed the jacket and quickly hopped out of the vehicle.
Her high heels clicked on the hard sidewalk as Mira stepped up to the door. It was a fairly non-descript location, it's secret hidden behind a plain black door with a soft red light above it. She knocked, and a small window opened. Only a set of eyes were visible, but they quickly looked at her, recognized her from the description sent beforehand, and the door opened and let her in. The redheaded woman dressed in a short black dress led Mira down a hallway to what would be her chamber for the evening.
They walked in silence, although there were plenty of sounds emanating from the closed doors they passed. Mira flinched slightly but felt her pussy twitch in anticipation as what sounded like leather striking flesh popped, followed immediately by moans - maybe in pain, maybe in pleasure, maybe in both. Either way, her imagination about what was happening - without actually seeing it - made her wet, wetter than she ever imagined imagination could make her.
"This is your room," the redhead said to Mira, as she opened yet another black door. "I'll bring your submissive in directly."
