a new Mistress

I had been married a month when she IM’d me. My fiancée and I had lived together for five years before we married and I had never considered cheating on her. I’m a “retired” sub/switch—I guess you never really retire—the yearning and desire is always there, just waiting for the chance to come out and play.

I’m a social alpha-male that loves being sexually submissive. Oh, I’ve been a Dom and thoroughly enjoyed it, but my first love is being subservient to a Domme.

I had forgotten all the different ads I had placed, even forgotten what my profile said and all the shemale pictures in the profile photo album. I had a shemale lover before meeting my wife. She was a switch—we were incompatible, but the sex was great! Anyway, her message said: saw your ad and checked you’re profile. I live in Richmond and need a new pet. Mistress Natasha.

I was stunned. All of my pent-up desires burst free. After a few moments I replied that I was flattered but now married and just couldn’t possibly become her pet.

She sent me a picture and her message said: You cannot resist me. Your wife will never know but will love you for it.


She was gorgeous. Shoulder-length, raven hair; green eyes; skin about two shades lighter than coffee ice cream. She was standing sideways and slightly bent showing her hot, big plump ass. (I love big butts!). She wasn’t fat nor was she anorexic (thank God!). She was naked except for a black thong. Great pedicured feet and a face that would launch ships. She was right, I couldn’t resist her.

I replied that my wife had class on Thursday night and I could be all hers from about 6:30-9:30. We set all the rules: no scat, no blood, no marks, safe word, etc. I was to be at her house Thursday, promptly at 6:30 and ready for her pleasure.

I nearly shot a load without touching myself. Of course, now that was forbidden. I was now only allowed to cum for her and my wife and only with permission.

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At 6:30 I walked into her house, as ordered, locked the door behind me, stripped naked, and left my folded clothes in the foyer. I walked into her living room. She was more beautiful in person than her picture could possibly capture, firm bit not muscular. She sat, naked except for a black thong, on the couch. Her toe next to the grand toe was nearly a half-inch longer than the big toe, I thought I would melt. “Oh my God Mistress! You’re fucking gorgeous!” blurted from my mouth.

She smiled at me, “Come, and worship me pet.”

I fell to my hands and knees and crawled to her feet.