These are the ongoing stories of Vixen Jessica and her Stag husband Steve.
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So Jessica walked in and said the words Steve had been waiting to hear for years, "I want you to find me a dominatrix." His boner sprang up immediately. If she had said, "Oh and I want to fuck a random guy or two" between the two he probably would have had a heart attack and died of all the blood in his body rushing to his junk. She gave him and green light and in a matter of a few days he had a list of a few women that fit the bill. She chatted with several over Skype and found a lot of them didn't match their photos. There was one that caught her attention, a bit too young for her liking, but was boiling hot, tan, brunette with kissable lips and a smoking body. Her name was Alice, and she was eager to meet right away. Jessica agreed, but there were a couple of things that threw her off a bit. The first issue was her age; the second was that she asked if she could bring a friend and third was Alice didn't sound like she knew much about being a dominatrix even though that was the ad she answered.
Steve went with her in a separate car, just to make sure everything was kosher. When he looked in the hotel bar, he saw his beautiful wife talking with the young girl and surprisingly, a second young girl, Maggie a red head; both looked to be in their early 20's. Steve was pretty sure that Jessica would just have a drink and walk away, but to his surprise he watched her walk up to the hotel room with the two girls. Jessica must have heard something that intrigued her.
So they were way too young for me and also were both confused about the ad because they were not looking to dominate, but seeking to be dominated. Both had very limited experience but wanted to explore and figured a Domme might help them out. I don't know why, but they intrigued me. They had a room, so I grabbed my bag of toys, which Steve had told me to bring just in case, and we headed up to the room. They sat on the bed, and I sat across from them on the love seat. They were chattering away nervously as I sipped my drink. "Shut up!" is said to them forcefully and they both stopped and stared at me like a deer in headlights. "I want you to be quiet. You are not to say a word unless I ask you to. I will point, and you need to do what I want. If you do the wrong thing, I will whip you. Do you understand?" I reached into my bag and pulled out my strap.