Author's Note: This is a love story of a female dominant/male submissive relationship between mature people. This is fiction. If you enjoy such stories read on and please comment and vote. If not, choose another story more to your tastes. This Chapter is the tenth in this series. Please read the preceding chapters for context. To the gentle readers of the previous chapters I want to express my deep appreciation for your votes, encouragement and comments. Enjoy!
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So, there I was, kneeling at the foot of an oversized bed on my 67th birthday, worshipping, as if on an altar, the two women who controlled my life. I stared in helpless longing at my wife of over four decades, Jane, 68, blonde shoulder length hair, large brown eyes, impossibly voluptuous with soft white skin. And at my mistress of just six months, Doreen, 75, short salt and pepper hair, flashing grey green eyes, taller, with equally massive breasts but toned muscles covered by gently tanned smooth skin. They reclined together on banked pillows at the head of the bed recovering from their recent exertions.
Doreen shot a hard, excited, evil glance my way before turning her attention to my wife.
"Jane, you've done all the heavy lifting so far at this party," Doreen remarked casually. "Beating your wayward husband was hard work," she continued. "Did you enjoy it?" my mistress asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yes!" Jane answered with an enthusiasm which increased my anxiety of the activities to come.
But of course it was obvious my voluptuous blonde wife had enjoyed exacting a measure of revenge on my willing, if now bruised and lacerated body. A light patina of sweat glistened on her soft white skin. The giveaway came between her spread legs. Her glorious shaved pussy, the one I had forsaken to submit to the dark pleasures of slavery to Doreen, oozed copiously from her pink slit onto her thick thighs and down to her anal pucker. I longed to crawl to her hot sodden cavern to lick and swallow her precious juice and worship her womanhood.
But I dare not move a muscle until my mistress Doreen gave the word. She did not. Rather, she sidled closer to Jane and began to cup my wife's massive left breast with her large, strong left hand.
"Oh, yes!" Jane sighed in approval.
Slowly, patiently, silently, with a precision which would do a neurosurgeon proud, Doreen began exploring Jane's breast. Lifting it to feel its heft. First one, then multiple fingers stroking every inch of the smooth, aged skin. Ending with my wife's aroused nipple caught between my mistress's thumb and forefinger. Every movement was accompanied by approving mewling sounds from Jane's half open mouth - her eyes closed the better to concentrate on the pleasure Doreen was strumming from her tit.
I stared in stunned awe at the scene playing out just feet from my face. There was no doubt. My Mistress was seducing my Wife! And no simple seduction this. Doreen was intent on capturing my wife's soul as thoroughly as she had captured mine!
My recognition of her intent must have registered on my face as Doreen once again looked me in the eye and with a cruel smile mouthed the words, "She's mine!"
Doreen turned her full attention to Jane in the assurance that I not only would choose not to interfere in my wife's fate, but would in fact help Doreen in her subjugation of my wife if asked.
Tears escaped my eyes and trailed down my cheeks in humiliation.
But my cock, always the betrayer, was rock hard. The perverted pleasure of witnessing my wife's submission to my own mistress was overwhelming.
The two bountifully blessed woman moved closer - Jane remaining on her back, spreading her smooth, thick thighs in invitation - Doreen turning to place her left leg between Jane's beckoning limbs, moving her left hand to my wife's right breast and bringing her tongue to rest on Jane's left nipple.
A shudder of pleasure shook Jane as she gasped one word, "Please!"
Doreen raised her head from Jane's tit and asked, "Please stop or Please continue?"
Jane's eyes flew open as she desperately begged, "Please continue!"
Through sadistically curled lips Doreen pressed Jane for another answer, "You know the cost of submitting to me?" nodding her head towards me - a vivid example of the cost Doreen extracted from all who submitted to her salacious will.
"Yes!" Jane responded in a shaky but clear and urgent voice.
"Yes, WHAT!" Doreen barked down at Jane.
"Yes, MISTRESS!" my wife pleaded her surrender to MY mistress!
"You're mine now, Jane," Doreen said in a firm but kinder tone emphasized by her burying her hard left knee firmly into my wife's sopping, wanting cunt and squeezing my wife's right breast hard.
"YES, ALWAYS!" Jane gasped in rapturous submission.
And so it was done. My wife's surrender to the dominant sensuality of my mistress was as abject and complete as mine had been. And still I knelt transfixed by the spectacle of Doreen ravishing Jane, dripping precum from my inflated dick.
Now that Jane had made her fateful decision, she flung herself into the sordid sex of her new mistress. My wife conspicuously raised her pelvis pushing her overheated, sopping wet pussy harder into Doreen's questing knee.
Doreen, appreciating my wife's wanton enthusiasm ground her knee into Jane's flesh while she dropped her body fully onto my wife's, smashing their breasts together. Doreen placed her two powerful hands on either side of Jane's head holding it like a vice, stared malevolently with her fiery gray green eyes into Jane's doe like brown ones and hissed, "Kiss me, slave!"
My wife willingly opened her mouth to accept her mistress's assault. Their lips locked in passion as Doreen's tongue pushed Jane's back in her throat. They writhed and groaned, Doreen with dominant and Jane with submissive passion. Doreen trapped Jane's head in the pillowed bed with the force of her kiss, releasing her face and using her hands to pin Jane's arms. Doreen's knee continued to grind against Jane's thrusting cunt, producing a savage pleasure my wife had long sought, in vain, from me.
When Doreen finally lifted her lips from Jane's, Jane unleashed a wail of mixed joy and despair as she begged our mutual mistress, "Please fuck me!"
Doreen exploded in a loud, triumphant laugh. She looked over her shoulder at me - the first time either of these aged beauties had acknowledged my presence - and barked, "Get me my strap-on!"
I struggled to arise from my kneeling position, my aching joints and cramped muscles protesting the sudden movement. I slowly creaked to my feet and moved to the wall. There, hanging on a burnished wooden peg in a place of honor, was Doreen's large, red dildo inserted into its soft, black leather strap. I knew this instrument of torture, domination and pleasure intimately. Doreen had consummated our 'marriage' by fucking me with it the first night I had chosen her and abandoned my wife. She had reminded me of my position - physically, emotionally, spiritually - by fucking me with it many times since. Doreen had taught me to crave this show of her affection and lust. I had also become proficient at cleaning and maintaining it in pristine, read to use condition.
With a reverence I deeply felt for the object which was a physical expression of Doreen's dominance of me, I carefully lifted her strap on from the peg on the wall and carried it to the side of the bed. Here I got a better view of my mistress ravishing and dominating my wife. She continued to grind her hard, bony knee into the delicate pink folds of Jane's sopping pussy.
Doreen lifted her left hand from Jane's pinned right arm to accept my gift. Holding it by it's base, Doreen extended it towards my face and commanded, "Suck it. Make it very wet for your wife's pleasure."
