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.
"Maybe Bob would like to do that," I offered.
Mary dropped her dress and Bob gave a dutiful nod, stepping over to Mary, who was directly in front of me a few feet away.
"Why don't you give her a little kiss, Bob, then get behind her and pull up her dress. Real slow."
"Okay," Bob said, relaxing a bit. "This might be a better way." And he kissed Mary a deep kiss.
When they broke, Bob stepped behind her, reached down and grabbed a handful of yellow silk near Mary's ankles and, very slowly, started to lift up her dress. She closed her eyes.
"Mary," I whispered. "Open your eyes and look at me." She did as suggested. Her look was a mix of erotic heat and a bit of shame. It was obvious she had never done anything like this before, and as her dress rose and it was revealed that she wore no panties under her gown, she could no longer hold my gaze, but looked away with a little gasp. I was a strange man admiring her trimmed little twinkie. When Bob had lifted the dress to her waist I bade him hold it there. To my delight, he trusted me to instruct him further. Mary, still looking away from me, squirmed in embarrassment during this lull but did not object.
My own erection was becoming insistent in its pant-leg prison. I reached down and adjusted my cock in an obvious gesture and was delighted to see Mary's eyes widen in wonder and anticipation.
"Turn her around, Bob. I'd like to see her bottom. I'll bet it's lovely."
"It sure is," he whispered. "Turn around for John, hon."
With Bob carefully holding her dress waist-high, Mary gracefully turned and I beheld his treasure. This is a wonderful way to behold a lovely woman, I'm sure many of you would agree. I sighed in frank appreciation and I saw that Bob approved of my reaction. I then asked him to pull the dress over her head and toss it aside. After he did this they embraced and kissed again.
I took a chance on my next 'suggestion' but it was worthwhile. I mimed the action of reaching behind her with both hands as to cup a pair of butt-cheeks. Bob smiled and mimicked my gesture. Mary gasped when Bob's hands snugged in for a firm grip, one hand on each trim, white cheek. I then made a gesture as if separating those cheeks to reveal the delights within. Bob followed my move as if hypnotized. Mary gasped again, more violently, and tried to struggle free but Bob held her fast.
"O my God! What are you doing!"
"Stay still, honey," Bob whispered. "Let John get a good look." And finally she gave up trying to free herself and slumped a bit in his embrace, fidgeting adorably before surrendering to the idea of her open buttocks, revealing her sweet pussy and her tiny little rosebud to my appreciation. She moaned.
"Mary," said gently, "your pussy looks so wet. And I can smell your scent from where I stand."
"O God. You can?!" She sounded like she was on the verge of tears and I wonder did I go too far? "I feel like I'm going to faint," she said weakly.
Bob wasn't buying it, I was happy to see, because I was. He sat her on the bed and she slumped into his embrace. He stroked her hair.
"I didn't know we were going to do these things..." she said. "I never imagined..."
"We can stop any time you want," I said.
Mary sprang to a sitting position. "O my God, no!" We all had to laugh a little at that reaction. She pointed at my crotch. "But when I see his cock I don't know what I'm going to do!"
