Hey!! I know this should probably be in bondage or in Lesbian category but I have another two chapters I may post (one with the husband and one with all three). The core of the story is how much this woman loves her husband. Hence why it's in loving wives.
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Victoria triple checked her phone to make sure the address was correct. She had terrible visions of walking in to the wrong house. She was fifteen minutes early. She remained in her Fiat pretending to be texting in case any one were to glance her way.
She pulled down her car visor to have a look at herself. She had laid the makeup on heavy as requested. Her husband would be shocked, dark eye liner and thick mascara. She had been about concealing and natural beauty for as long as she could remember.
She fluffed her hair. She paid a fortune to keep it died and curled to just below her shoulders. "Not bad for 42 Victoria, not bad." She meant it. She had the faint lines of ageing but botox was the one thing she steered clear of. Her husband liked seeing her laugh lines.
Thinking about her husband made her hazel eyes start to tear up. She grabbed her wide rimmed Gucci glasses and shoved them on to her face. She stepped from her car quickly to avoid second guessing herself.
She stood up smoothing out her yellow sundress. It fell to below her knees and flattered her figure. Five days a week in the gym and never having kids made her size 2 the envy of the bridge club. Her brown kitten heels matched her purse perfectly.
She tried to not slam the door when closing it. The woman had said to park at the side and to walk around back. She couldn't remember the last time she didn't go through a front entrance of a home. She waved politely at the two young boys bicycling past her. She didn't seem out of place.
The neighborhood was actually quite nice. The cars were all expensive and the lawns were all pristine. A true homeowner society at its best. Victoria couldn't help but wonder if it was what the woman did for work, or the husband, that could afford the beautiful 2 story Victorian she was about to walk in to.
She found the side gate as described. It was a small white fence that came to her waist. She was starting to relax as she passed in to a modest garden. It actually looked like her garden at home. The stone path way was artfully done. She only hobbled a little on one of them. She felt that was a good sign her nerves were relaxing.
She was at the woman's back door before she felt ready. The world sounded peaceful. The air smelled fresh. The back door was painted a fresh white and looked welcoming against the houses tan colors. She knocked hard not seeing any doorbell.
She fiddled with her purse as she waited. All it had in it was the money, her phone and her car key. She had left the rest of her stuff in the car. She felt like all things Victoria needed to stay in her center console until she was done. She'd have left the phone but she was afraid the woman might text with new instructions.
The door opened abruptly making her jump a little. "Aren't you a skittish pet." The woman before her cooed. She was truly beautiful. Victoria could feel herself slowly swallow as she waited to be welcomed in. The woman seemed set on just making her squirm and wait.
"Call me Mistress. Just Mistress, like just Cher" Was all she said. She didn't offer her hand or wave her in. She had tall black strappy boots that Victoria had never seen outside of pictures. There was a sliver of her flesh showing between her thigh high boots and Playtex skirt. The skirt and the corset gripped the woman painfully tight accenting her hour glass figure. The top of the corset barely containing her very fake looking breast.
"Go on." She urged. Victoria licked her lips looking at her face now realizing she had been staring. She was taken back how young she looked. She had straight platinum blonde hair. Her eyes were a dark oval shaped brown and her lips painted a dark purple were full. Other than the lipstick and eyeliner the woman looked as if she had almost no makeup on. She didn't appear to need it.
"Mistress." Victoria whispered. She felt her embarrassment climb up her body knowing her face would be bright red soon. She felt like she was standing naked in the middle of the street. Mistress motioned her in.
"We'll need to work on that pet." Victoria nodded softly walking in to the small mudroom. Victoria rushed in and Mistress closed the door loudly behind her. There were three doors in front of them all closed. Mistress said nothing and walked to the door furthest from them. Victoria followed silently behind her.
Victoria felt herself sweating the second the beautiful woman opened the door. It was painted blood red and the decently sized room looked like a torture chamber. "Leave the money there." Mistress said pointing to a stool by the door. She kept her back to Victoria as she walked further in grabbing two folding chairs.
Victoria had been studying the back of her wondering how she had laced herself up in all of that. Mistress wore gloves as well and seemed to have almost all of her sunkissed skin covered. Minus the brief flash of her bottom as she walked.
Victoria was frozen she couldn't walk in. She stared at Mistress as she turned. She only looked at her trying to avoid the swing hanging next to her. She gripped her purse in front of her and realized she was shaking. She was utterly terrified and had no idea what to do.
Mistress had answered the door with a stern face. She'd spoken curtly and slammed down the two folding chairs. Sitting down she stared at the woman who had hired her with some concern. "Have you never done this Victoria." Victoria shook her head no violently unable to speak.
Mistress pat the chair across from her. She also gave it a little push so it was further from her. "First you take off your Sunglasses. There's no cameras or windows here. I promise." Until Mistress mentioned it Victoria hadn't even noticed she had them on.
She slid them off fumbling to put them in the purse. The walls seemed a bit brighter and less blood like. That helped her some. "Leave your purse on the chair and come sit with me. I'll go on faith you have my fee" Victoria jutted her chin out and forced herself to walk. She placed the purse gently down and continued moving forward.
She felt like she was someone else as she sat next to her dark stranger. She glimpsed a massage table and a black armoire before sitting down. Mistress crossed her legs while Victoria pinned her knees together holding her hands in front of her.
"I don't do scat, no pissing, nothing nasty. I don't do bestiality or ANR. This is a business transaction and nothing personal. This is not a sexual service and I expect that you will keep my privacy as I do yours." Victoria kept eye contact with Mistress as she said all those things. She nodded yes even though she didn't know what ANR was. She just knew she wanted privacy just as much.
Victoria felt her eyes bulging as to woman continued to say things she wouldn't do. She also added in disclaimers and suggestions of what may occur in any given session. She really hadn't expected so much detail. Talking it out seemed worse than doing it.
"Victoria you're shaking." Mistress spoke looking genuinely concerned. She placed a hand on Victoria's knee and she jumped in response. She tensed her body and willed it to stop acting so childish.
Mistress sat back looking Victoria up and down slowly. "Why are you here Victoria? I've seen woman shake before but it's out of excitement. If they are here for me it's because they've had a lot of experience. I try not to judge on appearance but you really don't seem like you belong here."
Victoria opened her mouth and nothing came out. She took a calming breath and tired again only managing "My husband." Before she started tearing up. She waved her hands in front of her eyes willing herself not to cry for fear of her mascara running.
"Oh god." Mistress groaned putting her hand up to stop Victoria. "Look, I only work with woman so I know its not that he was here. If he is cheating or he wants you to do something that you don't want to do then I'm not for you. This place is for mutual enjoyment not a therapy office." Mistress put her hands on her knees as if to stand when Victoria grabbed her arm.
She started speaking quickly shocked at what she'd just heard. "My husband would NEVER cheat." She started defensively. "I love my husband and he would NEVER ask me to do something I didn't want to. In fact that's the problem."
Victoria jerked her hand back when Mistress raised an eyebrow looking at it. Mistress motioned for Victoria to continue relaxing back in her chair.
"My husband and I were destined to be together." Victoria hesitated because that was usually when she got weird looks. Mistress kept the same face so she continued. "We started dating in high school. We are exactly 2 years apart. We have the same birthday and we have grown up celebrating it together because he lived right next door to me."
Victoria felt herself relaxing, as she always did, when discussing her husband. "We married right out of high school, attended the same college and we have been inseparable ever since. My husband is a wonderful man and we have built a company that has thrived. Now he is a CEO of a major company and I get to be, as he puts it, his trophy wife. I've known this man my whole life and I've been married to him for over 20 years and.."
Mistress cut her off looking surprised. "Whoa, how old are you?"
Victoria sat up straight giving a warm smile. "My husband, Jeff, will be 45 and I will be 43 in two weeks."
Victoria didn't know how to react to Mistress when she whistled. "Holy shit Victoria I wouldn't have guessed a day over 30. You are hot!" Victoria blushed at the compliment and mumbled her thanks before continuing.
