This chapter winds up the story of Maria's renovation. Maria is an attractive middle aged divorcee who is ready for adventure. In the first chapter she discovers that her employer, John, runs a BDSM club in the basement of his construction company warehouse. He confronts her and takes her into his private alcove. In the second chapter, her fantasies of sexual submission are realized. In this chapter her relationship with John deepens as they explore their mutual interest.
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John
It has been three months now, and my infatuation with Maria has increased day by day. She has thrown herself into the work in my office and made things hum. I never have to tell her anything twice. Her quick intelligence and willingness to take on and solve problem are evident to customers and employees alike.
Of course at work we are discrete about the other part of our relationship. But there are times when I can't help myself and I call her into my private office and close the door. Her demeanor immediately changes. As if I had flipped a switch, the room becomes charged with potent sexual tension. She always puts her hands behind her head and pulls her shoulders back, offering me her body and awaiting my instructions. At first she wanted to drop to her knees in front of me, but I did not like that. She is my submissive partner, not my slave.
I enjoy sending her text messages at night telling her what to wear the next day. One day it may be no panties, another day, no bra. One of my favorites is the special bra day, when she is required to wear one with the holes over her nipples. She is allowed a loose fitting blouse, but we both know that her buds are available to be tweaked by my fingers at any time. I usually find them stiff and hard.
Without fail I find a quick way to excite her and get her to take the edge off of my lust so I can focus on my work the rest of the day. Then in the evening we often go down to the basement. During the week we have the Sanctuary to ourselves. Or we may meet Betty there.
Speaking of Betty, my busty clerk has adapted well to the situation. She has always liked being dominated by women as well as by men, and Maria, with my coaching, has learned how to be a demanding mistress. Betty is constantly making mistakes and having to be punished-undoubtedly on purpose. Sometimes, when there are no employees or customers around, I call them both into my office and hand a crop to Maria, signaling that she has control.
To my delight, Maria is always coming up with imaginative ways to discipline Betty. Early on she had me install an eye-hook in the wall at the right height to connect to the ring on the back of Betty's collar, so that she can be pinned to the wall, in the same way I had done Maria on that first night in the Club. With her hands in cuffs behind her, and Velcro straps pulling her arms back, Betty's huge tits stick out like mountain peaks, and are oh so vulnerable.
Maria takes great pleasure in punishing those tits in all kinds of ways. I think she has been jealous of their size and the attention they get since the beginning. One time she discarded the crop in favor of a metal letter opener from my desk. She held the globes one at a time in the palm of her left hand and slapped them repeatedly with the springy blade.
Betty wailed and stamped her feet, but I could tell she was turned on. Light pokes with the blunt point elicited deep groans and moans. When I thought the poor girl had had enough, I handed Maria a vibrator and pointed between Betty's legs. Maria smiled and dropped to her knees. A few moments later Betty was making so much noise I had to put my hand over her mouth.
So far I have kept Maria to myself. A couple of my buddies at the Club have asked to have a go at her, but it doesn't seem right. She is so good to me, and I don't want to share her. I threaten her with it in a playful way, pointing out the big studs that are always hanging around. Without a doubt she will do what I tell her and probably enjoy it, but I sense that she is more comfortable giving herself to just me. She trusts me completely now. And I make sure she is experiencing lots of sexual variety.
As for my need for other women, I find that I am not driven like before. As Paul Newman once said, "why go out for hamburger when you can have steak at home?" Maria's freshness is so much more exciting than the same old stuff in the Sanctuary. I appreciate the sexy beauty of some of the younger babes when they are tied to the auction pole, but I would rather be talking dirty with Maria about them than fucking them. The best sex is ninety percent in the head, and Maria knows how to excite those neurons.
Who knows what the future holds? Maria meets all of my needs and is so easy to be with. Often at times like now, when I am in my house alone, I wish she were here to talk to, and do other things. I wonder if she would move in with me. I'm not getting any younger, as they say. It would great to have such a compatible partner on a permanent basis.
Maria
I feel like I've died and gone to heaven. Who knew that life could be so much fun? All I had to do was find the right man and let myself go. Okay, neither of those things are so easy. I've been lucky. But I'm proud of myself that I was open and didn't run away at the first sign of kinky sex.
Discovering the BDSM club was a shock. And then to let John immediately take me into his lair and do me in all those ways. Ummm... just thinking about it gets me hot and bothered. It's just as well Mom is not around to see what has become of her prime and proper daughter. I can't seem to get enough. Whatever John orders, I do, and I love it.
The other thing that has surprised me is the quality of the members of The Sanctuary. You would think that a BDSM club would be full of weirdoes and sex fiends. But most are ordinary people like me, who happen to be bent in this direction, and who have the courage to explore and indulge. When you meet them on the outside, as I have with some of the women, you would never know. Newbies, and I am one, are usually nervous and fearful of being "out-ed", but I don't know of any who have turned back. It's like a drug; once you taste the high, you have to have more.
In my case I got the double high of sexual submission and a relationship with a man whom I really like and respect (dare I say 'love'?). John seems to really care for me, and I am thriving under his attention. But I can't let myself imagine a long term future with him. He is too rich, too handsome, too sexy, too powerful, too everything for a middle-aged sub like me. Yes, 'sub'. That's what I am. I'm not afraid to admit it. I want to please, to be used, to be disciplined, to be humiliated, to be ordered around, to be spanked, whipped, or whatever he wants.
And I think I know what he wants. He wants a woman to tune onto his sexual frequency and match his desires... no, not match... amplify! Go a step further. Use her brain to come up with words and deeds that will add that extra thrill. Keep him a little off balance. My instincts tell me that's what I need to do to keep him, and I am determined.
It is a Saturday night. I wonder where he is. He said he would call.
Oh shit... I've been daydreaming and let my dinner burn to a crisp. And now the phone is ringing... finally...
I answer in my sexiest voice. "Hello, I'm here."
A woman's voice chuckles. "Of course you're there. That's why I'm calling this number."
It is my friend Monica. "Oh sorry Monica, I thought it was someone else."
"With that tone in your voice it must have been a man."
"Well..."
"I'm so jealous. And you never told us why you didn't come back that night. You met him that night, didn't you? I know you did. He's probably big and powerful and swept you off your feet. You didn't even wait until the second date to bed him, did you? You have got to tell me everything."
I smiled, knowing that everything she said was true. Suddenly I had a thought. The way she said 'big and powerful' triggered memories. At other times I have heard similar phrases from her about men. Monica is quite pretty and has a super figure. There are lots of doms in The Sanctuary who would go for her. Maybe I could do her a favor and turn her life around like mine. John would like that. He is always encouraging me to take the initiative. If I could recruit her, I could give her to him as a present.
"You are too right, Monica dear. And I'm dying to tell someone what has happened.
"Yummy. How about tonight? I'm bored with nothing to do."
"Let me call you back. I'm not sure about my plans."
"At his beck and call already, I see. Well, I would do the same. But if you don't call me within an hour, I'm going to the hotel bar and try my luck."
"Be careful, Monica."
"I'm tired of being careful. Talk to you later."
Wow, she is sending out all the right signals. I think I'll call John and ask him if it's okay for me to meet my girlfriend tonight. My body could use a night off, but of course I won't tell him that. If he wants me, I'm his.
He answers on the first ring. "Hello you. I was just about to call. Something's come up. The Sanctuary will have to get along without us tonight."
"A problem?"
"Not exactly, more of a business opportunity, but it will mean I won't be able to see you and get my fix."
"I like it that you have become addicted. So have I. But coincidentally an old girlfriend of mine called and wants to get together, so I can distract myself. Of course you know you could come late if you wish. You have my key."
