I was somehow surprised with the news. Surprised and helplessly excited with the thought of having to share my Mistress with another guy. He would be also her slave... so, not too bad! I've always dreamed of being part of a male harem... She gave me the news at a wonderful Italian restaurant: I was quite intrigued by her evening choice. She knew my Italian blood craved now and then for pasta and bringing the alpha male, that I am, to Fabrizio, elegantly dressed, had something hidden for sure.
She looked, as always, gorgeous. She was tall and not exactly on the thin side, but her beauty, her natural power, her outfit choice, those high heels, those dresses that stigmatized her full feminine forms, the generous make-up, just an inch before the too much, made every men, each and every one, collapse before the magic force of nature, of strong and devastating beauty. No one could remain indifferent before her.
The antipasti came and, with it, the chosen Chianti. I did all the choosing: when I am out with Mistress on alpha male mode, I am, in fact, the alpha male. She likes it too. As a matter of fact, I wouldn't be her slave if I wasn't first class: success, looks, body, mind, all come to thoughtful consideration by Mistress before picking her boys. In fact, the disproportion between woman and male in this lifestyle allows women to be so demanding. Being who she was though, should the ratio drop and she would still be able to choose among the best. Let me make her justice.
With the first glass of wine came the disclosing of the news. You know I am a demanding woman, don't you, she said. I know you are, Rachel (obviously, as an alpha male I had the right to call her by her name), a wonderful and demanding woman. I stood mind like water waiting for her to keep going. And you are very... metro sexual, aren't you, she continued. Yes... I replied, now thinking the worst. Well... you metro guys are always a bit gay, aren't you? Not exactly, Mistress, said the slave (the alpha male was gone). Don't tell me you found a lover? I said in a low tone, picking the glass of wine and drinking it as if I just crossed Sahara. She laughed loudly, turning room's attention to us. No, you silly! I want to know how you feel about sharing your Mistress with another slave! I just found another wonderful, 28 years old, bright, beautiful, very submissive and also metro boy: he is just like you, raffy! And you know I love you so... I want two of you! She laughed again and my heart beat came back to normal values.