My company called to say that I needed to stay an extra day to sign some important documents that afternoon. {I don't know what came over me the night before but she was so alluring. And, I've been away from home for too long. I needed release. When I called home, my wife assured me that it was understandable. She had known of the young woman through a long-time online acquaintance in London. In fact, it was she who had led me to the meeting in the first place. Then, she made a suggestion...}
I pulled the slip of paper from my pocket and dialed her number. It only rang once before she answered. I said; "Hello, Bronwyn. It's Marcus...from last night." Silence was her only reply. "If you are interested, I am forced to stay in town for another day on business and would like to see you again. If you are ready to learn a little something about submission, the instructor is ready to teach it. I'll leave your name at the front desk so you may obtain a key and you may come up to my room at 7:30. If you choose to attend, eat lightly beforehand. If you choose not to, I'll understand."
More silence, then she replied; "I'll be there...Sir." She ended the call. My cock stirred at the sexy sound of her British accent.
I conducted what business was necessary, then I asked around about a place where I might find some adult...equipment. I was directed to the perfect shop for my needs and I purchased the few items I wanted before making my way to a little "sandwich bar" for a light snack. I then headed up to my room to shower and shave before my evening's pleasure. After slipping into my most recently pressed suit, I opened a Skype call to my lovely wife and we discussed our agenda for the evening... should she make the choice to join us.
I was sitting upon one of the room's easy chairs when I heard the "snick" of the lock mechanism engaging. She entered... looking stunning in her form fitting red dress, black stockings and stiletto heels. She can't be more than five foot three or four. A voluptuous, if petite, little flower packed with all the right curves. I almost sniggered at her nervous smile. Instead, I said; "Come in, young lady. Let me look at you." As she moved into the room, she notice the laptop on the television and the glowing red dot of its camera. The screen was blank. She looked at me questioningly.
I said; "My wife, Barbara, is joining us from afar. Yes; I told her all about my indiscretion of last evening and how I let my control slip. You see, she is my love...my life...my pet. She was disappointed that you received such gently ravishing treatment and that my own discipline fell from me. I assured her that I would correct the situation if I had the chance. She encouraged me to allow her to observe and, as a reward for being the most faithful of pets, I acquiesced."
{I must explain something; Barbara is my sub in the bedroom, but my equal partner in life. In this little... tryst, she was my co-conspirator. The "collar was off" while I was on that trip and she was as free as I was to enjoy herself while I was away. Now, where was I? Oh yes...}
"She's...watching us?" Bronwyn blushed. "I don't know...I..."
I raised my hand to silence her while pausing to hear the sultry voice of Barbara in my bluetooth earbud. "Go ahead, my darling. Start the lesson. She looks to be an extremely willing student."
Aloud, I answered; "Yes, my love."
Bronwyn's eyes widened. "She's listening too?!?"
"Silence!" I bellowed. "Did you, or did you not, come here to experience true submission? If so, you must learn your place."
"That's it, my love", Barbara cooed. "Teach her well. I'm just gonna sit back and watch."
Bronwyn was cowed. She nodded her head then bowed it. "Yes, Sir."
My answer was a bit softer this time. "Very well, Wyn...you don't mind if I call you Wyn, do you?" She shook her head. "And you may call me...Sir. Are we understood?" Another nod. "Good. Turn around and let me inspect my property for the evening." She did so, slowly enough for me to fully appreciate the sight of her before she finished the 'twirl'. {Stunning may have been an understatement. She was doing great justice to the skin tight garment. Not much left to the imagination with that outfit. The plunging neckline exposed a great amount of her ample cleavage and her nipples were just barely contained beneath that line. It seemed a shame to utter my next command.} "Now then; take it off!"
Her eyes grew wide as she looked at me. My expression indicated that it was not a request. Reaching under one arm, she took the pull tab of the zipper between her thumb and forefinger to slowly pull it downward. As it opened, revealing the soft curve of 'side-cleavage'. I felt my manhood begin to stir. Shyly, she was holding up the front of the garment to keep herself covered.
"Discard the dress." I instructed. "You won't be needing it any time soon."
She allowed it to fall to the floor then stepped out of it. She was blushing. Using her hands, she could barely cover a small portion of her enormous breasts. Not too surprisingly, she was not wearing any panties. Unlike the well trimmed triangle of fur I had seen the previous evening, her sex was now shaved smooth. My manhood stirred with more vigor.
"She is definitely full figured." Barbara purred in my ear. "A lovely canvas upon which to paint your lust. Mmmmmm..."
I whispered to Barb; "Hush, you insatiable slut. The Master is trying to work, here."
To Wyn, I said; "Splendid! You have done well at "clearing the brush", so to speak. Such lovely curves... and ample endowments; Let us begin in earnest."
Standing, I stepped over to the the chair on the other side of the little table and moved it to face my own. I unfolded the towel I had, earlier, placed on the table and draped it over the cushion. {Didn't want to leave any tell-tale stains, now did we?} Underneath it lay one of the purchases I had made at the adult "toy-store". It was a fairly life-like, if not a bit larger than life, silicone penis. Red seemed to be the color of the evening and it matched the color of the dress she had, until recently, been wearing. I turned back to her.
"Before we begin, I believe that I should be less...encumbered. Undress me." Again, I was not making a request.
She smiled bashfully but a twinkle was in her eyes. She stepped over and began to remove my suit jacket. She tossed it aside then removed my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. Arriving at the bottom button, she reached to unbuckle my belt and lower my trousers. To her surprise, I was not wearing any underwear either (and my cock was not exactly flaccid), yet not at full attention. She giggled but I covered her mouth with my hand to stifle it. After kicking off my shoes and socks, I directed her to the closet so that she could bring me my black silk robe.
After donning the robe, and tying the sash, I sat. "Be seated, little one." She did as she was told, sitting up straight on the edge of the chair. "Now, my voluptuous blossom; sit back, spread your legs and entertain me.
She blushed. "And, how shall I do that, Sir?"
My reply was simple. "You may pick up the toy, beside you, and use it and your fingers to...bring yourself pleasure. Under no circumstances are you to cum without my permission. Is that understood?"
Sheepishly, she nodded. Reaching over, she picked up the silicone phallus and brought it to her mouth before leaning back in the chair and spreading her legs. Slowly, she licked the tip then passed it between her bright red lips. She lowered her free hand to her slit to spread her, by then glistening, labia with her first and third finger. She laid the tip of her middle finger on the button of her clit and moaned.
My manhood was becoming more rigid as the voice in my ear whispered; "Such a pretty little pussy. I believe you're in for an interesting evening."
