I'm always in control. Always.
In both my professional life as a Dominatrix and my personal life as the Head-of-Household and Disciplinarian over my wife Summer, I'm in charge. Many of my clients are in similar situations. They are Office Managers, Teachers, Nurses or corporate roles as constant decision makers. At home there is no escape from this either. My clients are relied upon to pay the bills, cook the dinners and drop the kids to soccer practice.
As a submissive, decisions are made FOR you. The heavy burden of being in control is taken away from you. Sometimes, you don't even need to decide what to wear. Your dominant chooses for you and dresses you to their wishes. This is very freeing and liberating. It's probably why my Facility is so busy these days. People need liberation from constantly being in control.
I often envy submissives. I was Russell's submissive for almost three years. I sometimes miss those days.
It's funny how the world works though. Russell is about to have sex with my submissive wife, and I'm about to ask my wife's best friend Vanessa, to Domme me. I was ready for a little subby time. I needed the paradoxical freedom it provides and my mouth was watering at the thought of her!
Gawd just look at her!
*moaaaaaaan!*
She was at my kitchen table currently, eating fruit when Summer and I agreed to our hall-pass arrangements. Summer wanted some real dick for a change, she chose Russell. I was infatuated by Vanessa and the dominance she wields over her sissy husband, I chose her. Now I just had to ask her.
She's younger than me, wilder than me (not as wild as Cassandra) and slightly taller than me. It was perfect! I was both nervous and excited.
"Guh...Goddess Vanessa?"
She giggled. "You don't have to call me that, Mistress?"
"But I want to." I replied sheepishly, my hands nervously clenching a napkin in my lap. "I want to because...ummm....I want to be YOURS for a night, Goddess."
There it was. I threw it out there.
"Oh I SEE." Vanessa purred, sitting up in her chair and pinning her shoulders back in a confident manner.
"Summer's cool with this I guess?" Vanessa probed.
"Oh yes Goddess, she's doing a hall-pass too, with Russell." I replied.
Vanessa laughed out loud. "Oh what a slut! Back in the day, in our late teens, I could never keep her away from the dick! I guess the little junkie needs her fix huh?"
"I guess so Goddess. Russell is the only "dick" I'd ever trust with my wife." I replied with confidence.
Vanessa, now a bit nervous and bashful herself, cutely confirmed with me. "So, you want to be my submissive for the night. Just you and I, anything I want?"
Fuck! Fuck! My face was going soooo red! Is this what my clients feel when I make then verbally confess what they want, that they like it, just to shame them?
"Yes Goddess Vanessa." I peeped out. Lowering my gaze to the floor. She noticed how vulnerable I was in this very moment.
"Awww. Andrea huni, it's ok. It's ok to want this, regardless of your usual role. Of course I'll accept. I'll happily play with you anytime!" Vanessa spoke softly as she rubbed my shoulder.
I had butterflies like you wouldn't believe, as Vanessa got up to head out. She seductively purred to me as she left, "I'll text you the details in a few days young lady. You'll be coming to my house."
Oooo! An outcall.
I'm used to the comfort and security of my own place for such D/s activities. This evoked a new dimension of vulnerability within me, being removed from the familiarity of my own home.
The following days passed with anxiousness and damp panties, as I awaited my queue from Goddess Vanessa. I told Summer that her session with Russell and Sarah Jane could take place in our bedroom, if she wished and that it would be best to do it on the same day or night that I go to Vanessa's.
Sure enough, the much anticipated text eventually came.
FUCK...fuck, fuck!
I felt that one right in my clit! I was someone's pet again! Simply their plaything, to do with as they please. It felt so good to just obey and not have to plan or be in charge or coordinate anything.
Her messages didn't end there. Even more liberating for me, I didn't have to decide on an outfit either.
*gulp*
Ballet flats?! Really. Any manner of flats, so gross! So lazy and slovenly. I'm not I even sure I own any. Summer certainly doesn't, outside of runners. Maybe Cassie has some...
And! Rope?! She wants me rope-tied? Curiouser and curiouser, this tumble down the rabbit-hole was becoming.
On the afternoon of my session with Vanessa, Summer did a masterfully artistic rope-tie of my torso. She indeed had some newly acquired skills and the classes she had been taking were paying off.
It looked similar to this, minus the bit-gag:
The soft rope she deliberately tied to cascade along each side of my pussy lips. This caused a puffy and aroused appearance, while accentuating my clit. The two strands met in my bum crease like a thong and connected with a strategically placed knot resting directly against my bottom hole.
I felt sexy, I felt vulnerable. Apart from the overcoat and the gross ballet flats, I was naked otherwise. I was feeling very exposed and submissive, as Summer drove me to Vanessa's while the sun was beginning to set. With a kiss to my cheek she wished me a very adorable, "bonne chance."
I returned the good luck wishes, telling her good luck and to have fun with Russell and Sarah. She giggled and blushed, clearly excited to be taken by a real cock for a change. She deserves it, she's a good girl!
I took a deep breath and approached the door. Vanessa was already waiting for me, fully geared up and looking breathtakingly dominant.
No small-talk, no tea or wine. I guess we're jumping right into this without delay. Vanessa didn't even have panties on! Her pussy was beautifully framed by her lingerie with a perfectly shaved landing strip of raven-black stubble.
She towered over me in her stilettos. Stupid ballet flats! But I understand why she would want to do this and want me to feel this way in her presence, given my usual role.
I greeted her by formal title, calling her Goddess. She simply smiled. I couldn't quite get a read from her lone, green eyes. Is this what I look like? Towering over some trembling submissive, completely confident and in control?
It was good for me to experience this and see this actually. To see this side and feel the vulnerability my clients must feel in my presence.
"Take off your shoes." Vanessa suddenly spoke, snapping me from my introspection. She then unfastened my coat to peel me open like a present, exposing the elaborate red ropes.
I was happy to be rid of the ballet flats, but I think I felt even more exposed and vulnerable being barefoot, while she stood in her killer stilettos and laser-straight stockings.
"Take off your coat." Escaped her lips next. Vanessa's femdom style was interesting to me. She wasn't barking these orders at me. She wasn't seductively hissing them at me either. Her voice, slightly above a whisper, just matter-of-factly spoke these commands for me to obey.
Her style was working. I was plagued with butterflies and I could feel my clit fighting with Summer's expertly positioned crotch ropes.
"Turn." She said next, in her unique style of instruction.
She was inspecting me! I felt so electrified yet so little and vulnerable. She ran her fingertips across my shoulder with her "wet-look" gloves. My entire body turned to goosebumps instantly! I was trembling with arousal.
"Get up those stairs, pet."
Ohhhh fuck! That one was a little more pointed and aggressive.
"Yes Goddess," I peeped out.
This is actually happening! Holy shit!
Meanwhile, back at home, my wife was lowering herself onto Russell's cock, as Sarah Jane was forced to watch from her position of shame and humiliation.
To be continued...
Mistress Andrea
xoxo
Continued in: Hall Passes
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