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The Mistress of the House - Part 5
🕑 Added 2025-08-09 04:00:03 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
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Zoey could feel Austin hovering in the doorway. She could hear his fingers drumming against the doorframe, a surefire sign of his frustration, though he'd yet to say a word as she packed a small bag for an overnight at Mistress Claire's mansion.
"Are you going to say something?" she asked in a far harsher tone than she'd intended. "Sorry," she added.
Austin remained silent and Zoey turned in the hopes that staring at him would force the words from his lips.
"I don't want you to go," he said. "Ever again, in fact. I think this has to end. It's not healthy, Zoey."
"Not healthy for who?"
"For us. For our marriage. I know you enjoy your time there, but I don't know if you see how much you're changing because of what you do there. You're becoming a different person."
Zoey felt defensive, like Austin was trying to take something precious from her. Were it an item she would have gripped it with all her strength and pulled back to tear it from his grasp. Instead, what he was trying to take was a feeling. More accurately, the way she felt when she was at the mansion, when she spent time living in service to Mistress Claire. It had been three months since they both served the first time - during a party where they'd been caught having sex in the house - and Zoey had visited at least once a week since then. She often yearned to visit more, but she refrained from doing so because she knew Austin objected to her going more often than that.
After a few deep breaths to calm her instinct to fight, Zoey asked, "Different how?"
"You're distant, Zoey. When you're here, I mean. You're distant from me. You're thinking about being there. You're thinking about the things you do while you're there. At least I assume that's what you're thinking. I don't know, maybe you're just sick of me."
"I’m not," she said. "I swear, Austin, I'm not. It's just...when I'm there, when I'm acting in service to Mistress Claire, it's like I'm in touch with this part of myself that I never knew existed but that is actually a much bigger part of me than I ever imagined. I just want to stay in touch with that part of myself, and when I'm not there, I think I do so by daydreaming, which is why it seems like I'm not here. I’m sorry about that. I’ll do better."
He stepped into the room and moved to take her into his arms. Zoey let him hold her, but the hug felt less warm than it should have, as if they were both apprehensive.
"I know you don't go as often as I do," she said, "but you enjoy it when you're there, don't you?"
"It scares me," he admitted, his voice soft and his breath warm against her cheek.
"Scares you?"
He stepped back and she saw an incredulous look on his face. "Zoey...I've...I've watched you have sex with other men. I've...fuck, I've licked the cum of those men out of you. I've licked cum out of your...out of your ass. I've given a blowjob. I've been spanked. I've been humiliated. I've...I've been made to wear a collar and leash while I wait on my knees as a servant has sex with you, as you enjoy having sex with him, as you offer him your body and beg him to cum inside you."
Zoey knew that arousal was an inappropriate response in that moment. She felt it, though, as the memories of the moments Austin described - many of which Zoey had been present for - filled her head and sent waves of desire through her body, leaving her pussy damp and her nipples erect.
"You weren't forced to do those things," she said.
Austin laughed, though she could see the frustration that rested beneath it. "No, I wasn't. That's what scares me, though. I did those things, Zoey. I did them because it turned me on, and that's fucking terrifying. I mean, I feel like I lose control of myself when I'm there and I don't always feel good when I come home. Sometimes I feel awful despite the fact that I enjoyed myself while I was there."
"I never feel awful," she replied. "I always feel...alive. More alive, that is."
His shoulders sank. His frustration had not abated. It had seemingly grown, though Zoey wondered if it was about to transition into resignation or if it might shift to resentment.
"Mr. Cooper...he called me into his office a few days ago," Austin said.
They'd first been to the mansion because Austin worked for Mistress Claire's husband. He wasn't all that high on the totem pole at the company, but he was working his way up.
"You didn't mention that," she replied.
He looked away. "No, I didn't, because he called me into his office to tell me how much he enjoys having sex with you. Actually, 'using your pussy' was the exact phrasing."
Mr. Cooper had fucked Zoey on half a dozen occasions over the last few months. Each time she'd cum - with Mistress Claire's permission - and each time she marveled at how good it felt to be fucked by the man of the house.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't...I didn't know he'd do that. I couldn't have done anything differently, but I'm sorry he did that."
"He asked me if we were going to start a family," Austin continued.
"What? Why would he ask that?"
"Because he wants to be the father of our baby."
Zoey's legs felt weak and she sat on the edge of the bed. Mr. Cooper came inside her when he used her pussy, but Zoey was on the pill and there had been no mention of a pregnancy. She couldn't understand why he'd want to father another couple's baby. What benefit would that have for him?
"That doesn't make any sense," she said.
"Agreed, but he was quite clear about it."
"Is that the real reason you want me to stop going?"
He took a deep breath and sat next to her. His fingers entwined with hers and he lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it softly.
"I've learned a lot about myself since we were caught in the library at the party," Austin began. "I've learned that I have a submissive side. I've learned that in the right circumstance, that side of me can be pushed to do just about anything because I find such intense pleasure in offering my submission. There's a downside to that, though, depending on who I offer my submission to. I can end up eating cum out of your ass or sucking the dick of some old guy I've never met before because Mistress Claire tells me to."
A memory of Austin's head bobbing up and down in the older man's lap popped into Zoey's head. She'd been getting fucked from behind as it happened and she could distinctly recall the unexpected surge of lust she felt at watching her collared and leashed husband give a blowjob while her pussy was used for someone else's pleasure.
"I lose control when I submit, Zoey. Completely and utterly, and I don't like that part of it. It's terrifying. I've done things I wish I hadn't."
She moved her hand between his legs. She kissed his neck. His cock was hard just a few seconds later. "Are you sure you regret those things, Austin?" she whispered. "Because you're turned on right now, and not just because I'm stroking you. You're turned on because you're thinking about those things you did. You're turned on thinking about sucking cock while I got fucked. You're turned on thinking about cleaning cum out of me. You might even be turned on thinking about your boss getting me pregnant."
Zoey regretted the last sentence as soon as the words left her lips. Austin moaned, but then he stood and walked away, stopping in front of the closet. When he turned her direction he sported a bulge in his pants, but Zoey knew better than to keep pushing him.
"It's the arousal that scares me, Zoey," he said. "I don't understand how you don't see that."
It scared him and it enthralled her, which was why she went to the mansion more often than he did.
"Mr. Cooper wanted me to suck his cock in his office," Austin said, though he couldn't meet her gaze as he did so.
"Oh, shit."
"Yeah. Shit."
Zoey approached her husband and took his hand. She kissed him softly on the cheek and said, "You did it, didn't you?"
He nodded.
For reasons beyond her understanding, Zoey experienced an intense burst of arousal at her husband's confession. She led him back across the room and had him sit at the foot of the bed. She took his head in her hands, bent over, and kissed him softly. While doing so, she loosened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. She worked them over his thighs and past his knees and they fell to the floor.
"You don't have to be scared, Austin," she whispered. "It's okay to embrace the part of yourself that finds such pleasure in submission. I've done it and I've never been happier. I understand that it might be harder for a man, but the men that offer their full submission to Mistress Claire seem to be impossibly happy, at least based on my interactions with them at the mansion."
He looked pained at the idea, but Zoey was fairly certain that she and her husband had a great deal in common, including the relative power of their submissive desires.
"I like that you were a willing cocksucker for your boss," she said, eliciting a groan from Austin. "I know that word is scary, but it's also what you were, baby. You were a cocksucker. You gave a man a blowjob. You did it because it felt good to submit to his desires, a feeling I know very well where Mr. Cooper is concerned. He's powerful. He's strong. He's compelling. He makes you want to submit to his desires, especially his sexual desires. He makes you feel like it's an incredible pleasure to satisfy his sexual needs, to draw an orgasm out of him using your holes."
Zoey fell to her knees in front of Austin and lowered his underwear. She took his cock in her mouth and looked up at him while servicing his desire. She knew full well that she was, in a way, manipulating him, that she was associating the notion of having given a blowjob to Mr. Cooper with sexual satisfaction.
"I'm a cocksucker, Austin," she said. "I know that most straight women have been cocksuckers at some point in their lives, but sexuality is just a construct. Straight men can be cocksuckers too. In fact, I'm sure Mr. Cooper found even greater pleasure in your submission because he knows that you're straight. He convinced you to surrender your sexuality to satisfy him. You offered the ultimate act of submission and he benefited from it when he emptied his load into your mouth and down your throat."
She ran her fingers under his shirt and up his chest as she took him in her mouth once more. Zoey's pussy gushed with desire as she thought of her husband's head bobbing up and down in Mr. Cooper's lap, of him surrendering to his boss, to Mistress Claire's husband, of him offering the ultimate act of submission in the name of a dominant man's pleasure.
"I know it's hard for you and that my opinion doesn't necessarily matter, but I love that you were a cocksucker for your boss," she said.
Zoey could see the arousal on her husband's face every time she used the word cocksucker. She knew he was turned on by the slightly humiliating implication of using the word. It happened to make her pussy a little wetter to say it, too.
"Did you like it?" she asked. "When you were doing it, I mean? Did it feel good to get on your knees for the man that has fucked your wife so many times? For the man that's cum in my pussy so many times? For the man that intends on getting me pregnant?"
Austin answered by cumming in Zoey's mouth the moment she took his cock between her lips. A swirl of her tongue was all it took to set off a thunderous climax that filled their bedroom with glorious grunts and groans. Zoey rubbed her clit and gave herself a climax, and she could see a flash of delight on Austin's face as he looked down and watched her get off with his dick in her mouth.
She swallowed like any good wife would and then kissed his thighs as he leaned back and ran his fingers through his hair.
"You don't have to go anymore," she said. "Hell, you can quit your job if it's too weird to work for someone that has sex with your wife on occasion. And I don't know, but I'd be surprised if he actually wanted to get me pregnant. I think he was probably just messing with you."
Austin looked down at her for a moment and then helped Zoey to her feet so they could share a kiss.
"What if he's not just messing with me?" he asked.
Zoey was still learning about her submissive side, but she felt it come alive at the idea of surrendering her womb to Mr. Cooper, though only if she was ordered to do so by Mistress Claire, for it was submitting to the mistress of the house that truly thrilled Zoey. Still, while it was the ultimate act of submission, Zoey couldn't imagine doing so, even if it meant leaving the service of Mistress Claire.
"Then my time - or our time - in service to Mistress Claire will be over," she said.
"Really?"
Zoey nodded. "That's too much. It's a lifelong decision. It's not some kink thing. I'm sure it won't come up, but if it does I'll say no, and if that's not okay then I'll stop going to the mansion to serve Mistress Claire."
Austin seemed relieved by her decision. "Thank you, Zoey."
"I am, however, going to serve tonight. Will you be coming?"
He shook his head. "No, not tonight."
She kissed him on the cheek. "Of course. I'll see you later tonight or perhaps tomorrow morning, then."
Zoey gathered her things and headed for the car. Austin walked her out and loaded her bag into the trunk. They shared a kiss before she got behind the wheel and headed off to the mansion where she routinely experienced the deepest satisfaction of her life.
While driving, Zoey considered the notion of pregnancy, of giving her womb to Mistress Claire and her husband. She was intrigued by the desire she felt - desire that left her wet - but terrified, too. She felt as though she understood Austin's hesitation with service. If his fear was anything like what she felt in that moment, she could see why he'd be far less excited to serve than her.
Surely she'd be able to resist the urge to give up her womb, to let another man get her pregnant. Surely she'd have the power to say 'no' to Mistress Claire if it came to that.
Zoey told herself she'd have the power, but the truth was, she wasn't sure she'd be able to resist the allure of offering the most precious, intense, beautiful form of submission a woman could give to her domme.
