Loosely based on my marriage.
To fans of my previous work, Miss A's New Play Thing, thank you for your support, sorry for my absence. I felt the story spiralled too far from reality and didn't know what direction to take things. So I wanted to share a new mostly true story of how my wife became my Mistress. To all the closet submissives out there, I encourage you to share with your partner, they just might be as kinky as you.
A Prelude from future stories to Grab Your Interest:
Alex looked up at those green blue eyes he loved so much and nodded his affirmation, the gag in his mouth stopped him from begging verbally, but Jen knew. She could see in his brown eyes that he was desperately begging "Yes Please Mistress!"
Jen giggled as she grabbed the base of her strap-on and rubbed the head of it against her husbands virgin ass, "Okay then, since you need it so bad.'' She mocked him like a school yard bully. Alex's legs were up over her shoulders, his chastity cage twitching as she eased her cock inside him for the first time.
Chapter One: A Vanilla Marriage
Jen and Alex had been together for around 7 years, married for 2, and their lives had fallen into a comfortable routine. They woke up together, had their tea, went off to work, came home, cooked supper together, watched some TV, and went to bed. On the eveninga when they had sex, it was a predictable as the rest of their life. The routine they had grown so accustomed to was about to be turned on its head when a global pandemic erupted.
Jen was a petite redhead standing 5 feet tall, small perky tits and a big ass, gorgeous flowing fire red hair that fell past her shoulders, a real PAWG (phat ass white girl). She wore subtle make-up, a touch of foundation, some mascara to make her green-blue eyes pop, and nail polish from time to time. Her pale ginger skin accentuated with freckles from head to toe. She had a mischievous smile and a dimple on her left side would come to life when she grinned. She wore girl clothes, dresses, skirts, heels, she was a picture of femininity, except that she has a very assertive streak and when Alex first met her, he fell for her hard and fast.
Alex was a little taller than average, athletic build, handsome face, short scruffy beard, short brown hair combed to one side with dark brown eyes framed in his rectangle frame glasses. When Jen met Alex that first time at the bar and he came up to her and asked to dance, she felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach, she couldn't believe her luck.
They went on adventures together, traveled the country, had sex anywhere and everywhere they could, they were inseparable. Jen always seemed to take the lead planning their adventures and in the bedroom. Jen didn't realize it, but Alex was a submissive, through and through, and little did she know, when was a natural born Domme.
The years went by and their adventures slowed, and then Covid happened and they went from their typical routine to once again being together 24 hours a day like they those 7 years ago when they met, except their sex life had grown stale, and both of them wanted something new, but neither of them wanted to admit it to each other.
Thanks to Covid, Alex's hair had grown and grown without a cut and one day he asked Jen for a trim.
"Oh yeah sure thing Babe," Jen said happily, "I've actually always had this fantasy of cutting my man's hair in nothing but one of his dress shirts." she said daydreaming.
"Oh ya?" Alex replied, he was a pleaser, and would do anything to please Jen. "I didn't know that, you should have told me, we could have been saving money on haircuts for years." He laughed. "Any other fantasies you haven't told me about?" he probed.
"Lots," Jen smirked back with her signature mischievous grin, "what about you? any fantasies you haven't told me about?"
"Lots..." Alex joked back.
And that conversation irrevocably changed the dynamic of their relationship forever, all because Alex needed a haircut.
Chapter Two: The Haircut
"No way!" Jen laughed, "I can't believe you hid this from me for so long, you're such a perv." She teased playfully.
"Heh, ya, I've had these fantasies for as long as i can remember, it's just really awkward to bring up... oh hey babe, can you tie me up, dominate me and sit on my face until the sun comes up... it doesn't just come up in conversation." Alex said, "So I always just kept them as fantasies."
"Well you can always share anything with me Al you should know that by now." Jen said, "I'd never really thought of myself as a Dominatrix, but I could give it a try if that's what you're into, why don't you show me some porn you like to inspire me."
"Right now?" Alex said caught off guard with how well Jen was taking this revelation.
"Well ya, not like we have anywhere to go," Jen said matter-of-factly. they had been locked down for months already.
So Alex took out his phone and searched Femdom on his favorite free porn site, and picked a tame video to not scare Jen away.
The video started, a man was tied to a saint Andrew's cross, his cock standing at attention, the click of heels echoed as a Dominatrix strutted into the frame. She wore black crotchless pantiehose with a matching black thong and bra, she held a riding crop in one hand and clapped it against her open palm.
"I see someone is happy to see me." The Domme teased, turning and grinding her thong clad ass seductively against his now dripping cock.