The night my Mistress took me to meet Stuart changed my relationship with her completely. I was unprepared for what she had in mind that night. But as her slave, it was my duty to do exactly as she asked without question, without hesitation. And of course, as her husband, I was willing to follow her anywhere - to the ends of the earth if that was necessary.
Stuart, my Mistress had explained, was an old friend. When I laid eyes on him, I was immediately impressed by his stature. He was easily as tall as I was, with broad muscular shoulders, pumped up pecks and huge guns. He wore no shirt - only black leather trousers and black leather boots and a fine silver chain around his neck. His hair was dark, his eyes vibrant blue, his jaw square. He had the looks of a model, but was entirely masculine at the same time. Had I been a woman, I might have fallen instantly in lust with Stuart.
The scene at Stuart's house was very arousing. When I saw the dinner table laid out like it was, I assumed it had been set for my wife and I to dine together. I was wrong. Instead, my wife, my Mistress, instructed me to get down on my knees as she fastened a leash to the collar already around my neck. She led me to the table like a prized pet, then had me lean back on my haunches as if I were to beg. When Stuart bound my hands and tied them behind my back, and I knew at that point that things were going to be nothing like I'd imagined.
Mistress declared it was time for dessert; I was under no false misconceptions about what that meant - time for someone to be fucked. I did not think it would be me, or that Stuart would be the one fucking me. Fucking my mouth, to be precise.
Up until that point, I'd had nothing to do with my Mistress's male slaves; she'd only ever trained me in the company of her female slaves. I'd never been introduced to any of the male dominants she knew either - Stuart was the first. He was the first male dominant I'd ever met in fact, and his was the first cock I ever sucked.
