I got very lucky and found a couple that was looking for a submissive. We connected on a website, met, discussed, then played. They had had no picture on their profile, but they had a lengthy blurb, referred to themselves as very private professionals, very nice kinky people. They were not obsessed with me sending them a photo in initial communication. We emailed for about 3 days, then arranged to meet at food court in a shopping mall downtown. He was cool, not intimidated by me, and talked a great deal about his work. She was very quiet, but smiled the whole time. They wanted the exact same thing as me, a sensation, and were incredibly open to do anything, were very concerned with my imagination. They were both 49 years old, had been married for 28 years, and began with ass play on each other 10 years ago, and then when their only child moved out, began hiring submissives, visiting dungeons. Both active physically, balanced in appearance, and she still looked at her body all the time with pleasure. Our meeting at the food court concluded with us agreeing on meeting at their house on Friday night. At the next meeting we decided that I would watch them fuck, then if I wanted to move on, would strip for them and masturbate to show them my seriousness.
When you are excited to do something, your head starts playing tricks on you, so I just buried myself in my work for 2 days, to distract myself. On Friday night I went to the gym on the way to their house, and arrived a ball of nerves at 9pm. Exactly what I expected, nice house, nice neighborhood.
She opened the door wearing the same suit she went to work in that day. He was talking on the phone, relaxing in shorts and a t-shirt. It is a weird feeling when you examine a man who is going to fuck you. She gave me a drink, and then sat watching me, smiling, making facial gestures to him to hang up the call. Once off the phone, no small talk, he just went in to it. Said that the most important part in all of this is everyone getting what they want out of it. I was happy to hear that they enjoy doing things to people the most. That from any future meetings or communication they were to be referred to Master and Mistress, all sessions would be arranged by email, and I was to buy a black spandex mask with only a mouth hole, and a thong pouch. Everything sounded fine, so they suggested we get the play space and get on with that evenings activities.
The play space was the unfinished half of their basement, and it was set up perfectly. In the middle of the room was a large black gymnastic matt, out 2 inches think and about the size of a large comforter. next to it was a chair, and a table with lubricant, 3 vibrating dildos, a bowl of condoms, a box of latex gloves, and 4 leathers ankle/wrist restraints. In one corner was sling hung from chains that were lipped to rings on the ceiling beams, another corner a fuck bench that looked like a work horse with padding, another corner a large wood burning stove. Next to the door, on the ground was a portable stereo with piles of cd's on top and a large garbage can. The adjacent washroom had a shower fitted with a douche, a heat lamp, tons of huge towels, and was big enough to have a chair to relax in. A truly professional environment. He explained that everything but the O rings fastened to the ceiling, could be put away and concealed.
They ask to me sit on the chair. He walked his wife over to me, and from behind began to fondle her through her cloths, lifting up her skirt, rubbing her. You could smell her pussy she was so excited. He then ripped open her pantyhose, pulled her thong to one side, showing me her waxed pussy, rubbing its lips. She then got on her hands and knees in front of me, he pulled her skirt complete up so that it sat on her back. He reached under her and unclipped her bra so that it slid off her and fell on the ground, exposing her big soft tits. He pulled off his t-shirt and then slid off his shorts. His cock was the size of a large hot dog, and his body was completely shaved. On his knees, he easily slid his dick inside her and began fucking her as fast as he could. She reached up and began rubbing my crotch through my jeans. The fucking slowed down and he paused to grab the lubricant on the table, squirt it on her asshole, and slide his fingers inside. He then slid his cock in her ass and began to fuck again as fast as he could. After about two minutes of intense pumping, her moaning got louder and louder until she squirted a large quantity of fluid out her pussy. At the sight of the squirting, he pulled out and jacked the cum out of his cock in to her mouth. Like it was an instinct, I just stood up, pulled of my clothes, and walked towards them, jacking off as fast as I could. I yelped out a breath and cummed, landing on the mat in the middle of the room. The whole thing happened in less then 10 minutes. Kind of embarrassed, and visibly out of breath, they invited me to go take a shower. Once cleaned off, they walked me up stairs, we agreed to meet the next night at 9 for a 12 hour session, and I left. The next morning I drove straight downtown the minute I woke up to buy the mask and pouch, I was so excited that I got there an hour before the store opened and has to drive around for a hour to pass the time.
The next night I arrived at 8, carrying a completely different nervous feeling then the night before, and was greeted with a post-it note on the door informing me to come in. Inside I was greeting by her, she looked incredible in only a body stocking and thigh high boots, something that looks even sexier on a woman that would suspect dresses that way. She reminded me that they were Master and Mistress from then on. He then came downstairs wearing boots, chaps, a cod piece, harness, and carrying a mask of some kind. They instructed me to go downstairs on my own, leave my mask and pouch on the table, turn on the hot lamp in the bathroom, douche out, take a 15 minute shower, and then wait in the washroom for them to come get me. When I went down stairs, the lights were at the dimmest setting there was smooth instrumental music playing very loudly, and the wood stove had a raging fire in it making the room southern hemisphere hot. What made me slightly nervous was that I noticed allot more O rings then my previous visit, all over the ceiling in different place After I showered, I wrapped myself in towels, and just sat listening to my heart beat, reminding myself my only experience of this nature was paying a few men to play with my body. After what felt like about 30 minutes, he entered the room holding two wrist restraints.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes Master".
"Put these on, time to shave you."
