She'd played the Mistress for over ten years now. She'd trained many a slave, and had met several other Masters through her activities on the BDSM scene. There was one Master in particular that she enjoyed playing with - Stuart, a tall, impossibly handsome man, whom she considered to be as experienced as her, if not more so.
It had been some time since she'd seen Stuart. In fact, he was unaware that she'd chosen to marry her favourite slave. He was very adamant that marriage to a slave could never work - he kept a lady in an apartment totally separate to his home, and for all intents and purposes, she was his primary partner. But he refused to bring her to the house where he'd purpose-built a dungeon in the basement and outfitted it with all the accoutrements required to train and restrain slaves and submissives. And this was where she decided she would take her husband-slave; take him down to the next level of abject submission.
She had arranged the night with Stuart completely unbeknownst to her husband. She'd asked Stuart to have his current most favourite slave there - male or female, she didn't care which.
"He needs to understand that serving me requires complete obedience," she told Stuart over the phone. "I want you to help me train him. Help him learn, help him submit."
Stuart, of course, agreed to anything she wanted - he always enjoyed whatever game she presented. But this time, he asked for a boon. In having trained her slave, he wanted the privilege of fucking her for his own pleasure when it was over. She agreed without hesitation.
They arrived at Stuart's shortly after the sun had set. While there was never any question that she was ready to fuck at any time of the day, she preferred to undertake her D&S activities under the cloak of night. Somehow, it made her feel that much more wicked. Stuart had the table elegantly set for two, silver plates at eat place with delicate pairs of savoury morsels placed on each, a crystal glass of wine positioned next to the plate, filled with red wine the colour of black cherries. The room was dimly lit with candles - on the table, in crevices in the walls, on benches, throwing soft light into the corners. She liked the ambience very much.
"Please take a seat," Stuart said, indicating a chair at the table. She turned to her husband, her slave and indicated he should kneel. She removed his coat and tossed it over the arm of the sofa, then removed her cape and tossed it in the same direction. She produced a shiny silver leash and clipped it onto the D-ring attached to the studded collar he wore about his neck. With the leash handle grasped in her right hand, she made her way over to the table. Stuart drew back the chair and she seated herself in it.
"Down," she said to her husband, and immediately he rested his buttocks back against his heels. "Hands," she instructed, and he placed his hands behind his back. Stuart approached from out of the darkness, a pair of black leather wristbands in his hands. He bound each of her slave's wrists with the bands, then fastened them together with a silver snap. Stuart then took his seat on the other side of the table.
"Where is your slave?" she asked Stuart.
"She awaits downstairs," Stuart said, a leer sneaking across his face. She was quite familiar with the features of Stuart's dungeon. She was sure the poor girl was already bound and gagged and waiting for the night's activities with a good measure of trepidation.
"Kneel up," she said to her slave, and he rose as she requested. "Tongue," she demanded, and he obediently opened his mouth and extended his tongue. She left him that way while she gathered the first morsel from the plate and placed it in her mouth. She offered him her fingers and he licked them clean. She picked up the second morsel and placed it directly on his tongue. "Eat," she said, and he slowly drew his tongue back into his head, chewed twice, then swallowed the bite-sized portion.
