In my years as a professional dominator of couples, it is ironic that the most lucrative experience I've had was the simplest and shortest of my successful engagements.
A couple from upper Michigan near Traverse City, married 20 years, was well-acquainted with two of my client couples from the same area. They, she specifically, was fascinated by the idea of having me visit them in their home on Lake Michigan, but when I was advised of the specifics of their request, I refused. At first.
They wanted no physical interaction.
I just don't do that sort of thing. I actively enjoy the domination process in my work with married couples and this is what compels me to my work. She wanted, specifically, for me to be nude with them in their chambers, while I manipulated my genitals to their requirements while they had sex with one another. (The lady, call her Mary, was fascinated by the reports of my size and general physique.) The husband insisted that there be no touching of his wife. I found this all very strange and completely at odds with anything else I have been commissioned to do in my career.
So I said no.
But the husband, whom I'll call Bob, made me an offer I could not refuse: five times my normal fee for what was hardly two hours of 'work.' There was a welcoming twist, however, which made it all trebly worthwhile and interesting enough, I hope, to recount to the reader.
I flew by private plane in to the airport near Traverse City and was met by Bob's driver, who whisked me away to the nearby resort town of Harbor Springs, thence to the lakeshore mansion the couple called home. The chauffeur open my door and I was met instantly by Bob, who was alerted at the gate to my arrival.
Bob was a big guy, late-40s I'm guessing, about my height and maybe 20 pounds overweight, but a powerful-looking fellow. He was bald as a cue-ball with a trim red beard and a somewhat guarded smile. We shook hands.
"John," he said, letting go of my hand, "I oughta tell you up front I really don't know what to make of all this."
Normally, such a statement would send up a red flag to me, but instead it gave me a flutter of curiosity. "Well," I explained, "this is rather an unusual situation for myself as well."
"I'll speak plainly," Bob said, and took a breath. "She likes large penises. Mary, my wife. I've caught her reading, not those lady sex mags with the hot guys in it, but gay porn magazines. So... it's her birthday, well, yesterday was, and it was actually my suggestion that you drop by. She was so happy I thought she was gonna cry. She never would've asked. But this thing of hers..."
"Okay," I said. "I think I understand."
"I think she caught that I was sorta anxious about it all. So she's all promises about no touching and she just wants to see you, you know, naked and, I dunno the hell, playing with your cock, I guess!"
"Have you two ever had any... extramarital-"
"No! Never. We talked about it. It's not too uncommon around here, if you know what I mean. I wouldn't so much mind watching her be appreciated by others, the very few I might approve of if it ever came up, but she never went for it, even when I joked about it. Actually, 'terrified' is the word she used."
Bob was indeed anxious. I assured him that I was very aware of the stipulations upon which we were all agreed, and that nothing would happen that was not specified in advance. This relieved him sufficiently. Bob stuck out his hand and we shook hands, again. It was time to meet the missus.
Mary, I suspect, was in her early forties. She was one of those wealthy ladies who are obsessed with looking as good as possible for as long as possible before the fight becomes unwinnable. In some women the results can be downright scary, with hair so often tortured and manipulated that it starts to look like a bad wig, makeup so thickly applied that circus clowns come to mind, and surgery so obvious that the real face could not possibly have been as bad. This, I am reluctant to report, comprises a significant fraction of my clientele. I won't be writing about them.
But not so Mary. She was trim, she wore no makeup that I could detect, and she was not ashamed of the salt-and-pepper realness of the hair that fell about her shoulders. She was thin, had brown eyes and fine features. Her breasts were smallish, her belly flat and her bottom was beckoning in a long yellow silk gown. She wore a big, nervous smile. I could not help smiling broadly just looking at the frank zeal on her face. We shook hands and she stepped back, doing a little hop of enthusiasm with her hands clasped between her breasts. Bob laughed quietly and shook his head.
"Happy Birthday," I said.
"Thank you!" she sang, blowing a big kiss to Bob.
We sat and had a drink. Mary wore a worried look after Bob pour himself a second. I asked her what was troubling her.
"If you drink too much, won't you not be so... you know..."
I guessed she was fretting about alcohol dimming my vitality. I assured her one drink was enough. I wasn't insulted. It was rather adorable, actually.
After a few more minutes of harmless get-to-know-you, Bob took the initiative.
"I guess I better say somethin' 'cause you probably won't," he kidded Mary, then looked at me. "So. How do we start?"
I deferred to Mary. "It's up to you, Mary," I said. "Your bedroom?" And her eyes got real big and she turned and we followed.
We entered a big, beautiful and well-appointed room. "It's not our bedroom," Mary explained. "Bob didn't want to do this in there. But this will work fine, dontcha think?"
Normally I would have objected. I only work in the bedroom of my couples, taking the wife in the husband's bed. But I was willing to make this exception, as most of my rules were already disregarded in making this costly fantasy come true for them.
"Well..." Bob was uncomfortable and Mary was a little fidgety herself. "I guess you should, you know, get naked and show her watcha got."
I had to smile at that. I needed to put them at ease, and to do that I needed to take control. Subtlety. Shape the encounter but do it under the radar.
"Well, I'll proceed anyway you wish, but having more experience in this sort of thing, perhaps I can make a few suggestions that you may find fitting."
The couple looked to one another, Bob worrisome, Mary excited.
"Well... like what sort of suggestions?" Bob asked.
"I think Mary would like to get naked for us," I said. "Am I right, Mary? Would you like to do that?"
The couple exchanged glances and Bob gave a 'what the hell' look. Mary took a deep breath and reached down to pull her dress over her head but I stopped her.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
