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A Dominatrix Always Gets What She Wants – Part 2
🕑 Added 2021-08-14 06:12:13 +0000 UTCClick here to read the first part of the story.
“That’s the fifth text you’ve ignored,” Elena said as she watched Rebecca glance at her phone.
Rebecca sipped her drink and set it back on the table, but she seemed unwilling to offer an answer.
“My apologies for peeping, but it seems like those texts are coming from Nick,” Elena said. “Is there a reason you’re ignoring your husband?”
A guilty look crossed Rebecca’s face before she explained, “Not a good reason, no. I just…I don’t know why, but I lied about where I was going tonight. I told him I was seeing a movie with a friend.”
Elena knew why Rebecca had lied. There’s only one reason a wife would lie to her husband about something as innocuous as having a drink with a new friend. For Rebecca, it wasn’t entirely innocuous. She felt like she was doing something naughty. She wasn’t – not yet, at least – but putting on a low cut dress and going to a bar clearly qualified as naughty for her. Elena tried to hide her delight at the idea that Rebecca was keeping something from her husband.
“Rebecca, do you always lie to Nick when you come out with me?” Elena asked.
Rebecca held her gaze for a moment, nodded, and then looked away.
Elena reached across the table and took her friend’s hand in hers. She rubbed her thumb over Rebecca’s palm and asked, “You don’t need to be embarrassed. I can’t say I understand why you don’t want to tell your husband that we’re friends, but it’s okay.”
Rebecca looked down at her hand and Elena saw her lips curl into the slightest smile, as if she found it deeply pleasurable to be touched. “I can’t explain it,” she said. “I really can’t. Every time we go out he asks me how my night was when I get home, and every time I feel really weird about telling him. It’s…it’s strange. I just don’t get it. It’s not like I’m doing anything wrong. It’s not like he’d think there was anything weird about me hanging out with a woman he doesn’t know.”
Elena couldn’t help but smile. Nick knew her intimately, or at least the part of her she chose to share with him. He’d seen her naked. He’d tasted her flesh. He’d obeyed a wide array of exceptionally kinky orders she’d delivered. Rebecca didn’t know that, though.
“Would Nick be jealous or annoyed if he knew you were in a bar wearing that dress?” Elena asked.
“I don’t think so,” Rebecca said. “That’s the strangest part of all. I’m more uncomfortable with it than he’d be.”
It had only taken a few sessions with Nick for Elena to discover that few things turned him on more than the notion that he was incapable of truly pleasuring his wife and that she deserved someone far better than him. Rebecca was quite right that her husband wouldn’t be upset at the idea of her in a low cut dress at a bar. If anything, he’d find it arousing.
“How do you think your husband would feel if he knew people were staring at you?” Elena asked. “Would it make Nick mad to know that men were ogling you the moment you walked in here?”
Rebecca looked around and Elena smiled.
“Actually, forget about Nick,” she continued. “How does it make you feel to know that some of the men in here desire you?”
Rebecca’s head whipped around and her gaze found Elena’s. For a moment she looked utterly scandalized by the question. Then that little smile returned, indicating that she found at least a little bit of pleasure in the notion.
“You don’t have to answer,” Elena said. “But I don’t think there’s anything wrong with liking a little bit of attention. That’s half the fun of being as beautiful as you are. You get to soak up the desire that men – and certain women, of course – feel for you. You don’t have to do anything with it, but you can enjoy it.”
“You’re beautiful too,” Rebecca said before looking away as if it embarrassed her to have made the comment.
“You’re very kind,” Elena replied. “And I don’t mean to sound conceited, but I know I’m beautiful. I’ve always known it and now I work hard to enhance it. I like that my beauty draws people to me. I like that the lovely bartender – the one with the sleeve tattoos and the rather large breasts – has spent a good portion of her night looking over here. I like that I could go up to the bar, ask her to join me in the bathroom for a quick fuck, and she’d absolutely do it.”
Rebecca’s eyes went wide, but not in any sort of judgmental way. “You’re into women?” she asked.
“When the mood strikes me,” Elena replied. “I try not to limit myself. Life is too short to close myself off to anything that might prove pleasurable.” Elena studied Rebecca’s face and once again that slight smile returned. She wondered if the lovely married woman sitting across from her was entertaining a lesbian fantasy and if anything could be done with that.
“There’s two guys at the bar that keep looking over here,” Elena said. “How would you feel about me inviting them over for a drink?”
“What?” Rebecca asked as she leaned closer. “Really?”
“Yes, really. I’m not saying you have to go home with one of them, Rebecca. I’m just saying one of them would sit next to you and do a little flirting. That’s all. I’ll be right here the whole time, I promise. If you don’t like it, just tap the table a few times and I’ll tell the guys to get lost. If you’re having fun, just run with it. These guys are gorgeous. Have a little fun letting a gorgeous man flirt with you,” Elena said.
Rebecca looked at the two guys sitting at the bar and they glanced over. She smiled, turned back to Elena, and said, “Okay. Let’s do it.”
Elena did her best not to show it, but she felt a pure kind of delight. It was going to take a while, but as long as she played her cards right she’d turn Rebecca into a lovely little plaything to have all kinds of fun with.
“Strip,” the beautiful redhead said as she and Nick stood out Mistress Elena’s door.
Nick’s first instinct was to question her, but over time he’d learned that ‘why?’ wasn’t an appropriate response to any instruction in the mansion. He swallowed his first instinct and stripped outside the door.
The beautiful redhead looked at his cock, softly chuckled, and opened the door. “You may go inside,” she said.
Nick stepped into Mistress Elena’s chamber and found her sitting on the elegant queening chair on the far side of the room. She was dressed in a pair of knee high black latex boots, a fishnet body stocking, and a black corset. Her legs were crossed, offering a lovely view of her thigh. Nick couldn’t help but notice the lack of a skirt or shorts and he wondered if he’d get a chance to gaze upon her perfect pussy before the session was over.
“Welcome,” she said. “Did you bring the item I requested?”
Nick nodded.
“Show me,” Mistress Elena demanded.
Nick reached into his pants pocket and pulled out the pair of his wife’s used panties that he’d been instructed to bring to his session.
“Come closer,” Mistress Elena said.
Nick dropped his clothes by the door and approached the queening chair with the panties in his hand.
“Is that the type of underwear your wife usually wears?” Mistress Elena asked.
Nick looked down at the fairly plain pink thong and nodded. Rebecca almost always wore simple underwear. He knew she owned a few nicer pieces, but they only came out for special occasions like his birthday or their anniversary.
“Do you know why a woman doesn’t wear nice underwear, Nick?” Mistress Elena asked.
“No, mistress, I don’t,” he replied.
“It’s because she doesn’t feel sexy, Nick,” Mistress Elena explained. “When a woman feels sexy she wants to put on nice underwear because it deepens that feeling. It makes her feel even sexier, and it might even make her feel powerful. You’d like it if your wife felt sexy and powerful, wouldn’t you, Nick?”
“Yes, mistress,” Nick nodded as he felt his cock come to life at the notion of Rebecca feeling powerful and sexy.
“Put the panties on,” Mistress Elena instructed.
Nick felt the urge to question her. He felt the word ‘what’ form on the tip of his tongue, but he knew it was merely a delaying tactic. He’d heard what she’d said. He simply didn’t want to do it. Visiting Mistress Elena wasn’t about doing what he wanted, though. It was about doing what she wanted, so he stepped into the panties and pulled them up.
“How do they feel?” she asked.
“Not bad, mistress,” Nick answered.
“I can’t say I’m surprised that you’re the sort of man that looks halfway decent in a pair of panties,” Mistress Elena replied. “After all, you’re not much of a man, are you?”
Nick’s cock came to life in the panties as his heart began to pound a little harder. Mistress Elena was giving him what he wanted, what he craved, what he paid her for. “No, mistress, I’m not.”
She smiled. “No, you’re not. You’re the sort of man that pays to be humiliated by a goddess who wouldn’t give him the time of day if he wasn’t opening his wallet.”
Nick’s cock strained against the tight, warm confines of his wife’s thong.
Mistress Elena stood and he caught a glimpse of her pussy in the fishnet body stocking. He groaned at the beauty of it and the sheer sexiness of her body in her outfit of choice. She brushed past him and he felt Mistress Elena gently drag her fingernails down his back as she asked, “Do you think you’ve ever made your wife feel sexy, Nick?”
“No, mistress,” Nick answered.
She stepped closer and Nick felt her breath on the back of his neck before she said, “No. Of course you haven’t. You’re a pathetic excuse for a man. Your beautiful wife deserves better, Nick. She deserves so much better than you. She deserves a man that makes her feel sexy. She deserves a man that makes her wet when she thinks about him. She deserves a man that makes her want to masturbate in the middle of the day. Are you that kind of man, Nick?”
Nick’s voice wavered as he answered, “No, mistress.”
Mistress Elena smacked his ass hard enough that Nick cried out, both from the pain and the sheer surprise of her striking him. “You have never been that kind of man, Nick, and Rebecca deserves better. She deserves someone that makes her pussy wet. She deserves someone that drives her wild with desire.”
“Yes, mistress,” Nick said.
“Go look at yourself in the mirror,” Mistress Elena instructed.
Nick walked briskly towards the floor length mirror in the far corner of the room. He stared at himself as ordered and he couldn’t help but feel exactly as pathetic as he suspected Mistress Elena wanted him to feel.
“Would a real man wear his wife’s panties because a dominatrix ordered him to?” she asked.
“No, mistress,” Nick answered.
“A pathetic man would do that though, wouldn’t he?” she asked.
Nick nodded as his cock throbbed painfully in his wife’s thong. “Yes, mistress.”
Mistress Elena sat in the queening chair once again, but this time her legs were parted. “On your knees in front of me.”
Nick quickly moved in front of Mistress Elena and dropped to his knees. He couldn’t help but stare between her legs. He’d seen her pussy only a handful of times since he’d begun serving her and it was always an exquisite treat to gaze upon it.
“Does my pussy turn you on, Nick?” she asked.
“Yes, mistress,” he replied.
Mistress Elena leaned forward and reached out to lift his chin with her fingers and direct his gaze to her eyes. “I gave a man – a real man – the pleasure of being inside me last night, Nick. I welcomed him into my home – into my bedroom – and into my body. I gave him the ultimate pleasure and he gave me the same. He fucked me like a woman wants to be fucked. He fucked your mistress like I suspect your wife wants to be fucked, Nick.”
“Yes, mistress,” Nick said as arousal coursed through his body.
“Should I give you his number, Nick? Should I let you beg him to seduce your wife? Should I let you beg another man to fuck Rebecca like she deserves? Should I share him with you and your beautiful wife so she could finally experience the joy of being with someone that isn’t a pathetic, panty-wearing disappointment?” Mistress Elena asked.
Nick felt weak in the knees and his cock ached in the now-tight confines of his wife’s thong. He wasn’t sure if Mistress Elena wanted an actual answer to her question or if she was merely taunting him. He decided to answer, though. “Yes, mistress,” he said. “Rebecca deserves that.”
Mistress Elena sat back, crossed her legs, and smiled. “Do you really feel that way?” she asked. “Do you really believe your wife deserves to be fucked by someone better than you?”
Nick nodded. “Yes, mistress. I don’t think Rebecca would ever want that, but I believe she deserves it.”
“Why wouldn’t she want it?” Mistress Elena asked with a devilish smile on her face.
“She’s too conservative,” Nick said. “She was with just one other guy before me. She would never be so bold as to have sex outside our marriage, even if I wanted it.”
Mistress Elena spread her legs and reached between them. She slipped a finger into her pussy and Nick’s eyes went wide as he watched his mistress masturbate. “You might be underestimating your wife, Nick. If a woman gets desperate enough she might be willing to do just about anything for a great orgasm.”
Nick was so enraptured with the sight of his mistress masturbating that he offered no response. He simply watched her finger move in and out of her pussy.
“Would you like a taste?” she asked.
Nick nodded. “Yes, mistress.”
Mistress Elena smiled. “It’s a shame you’re a panty-wearing bitch. Otherwise I might have given you a taste.” She pulled her finger from her pussy and sucked it clean. “You’re going to do something for me this week.”
“Anything, mistress,” Nick said.
“You’re going to clean your cum from your wife’s pussy,” she instructed. “You’re going to fuck her. You’re going to disappoint her, as always, and then you’re going to go down on her afterwards. You’ll get her worked up. You’ll get her nice and close. Then you’ll plunge your tongue into your pussy and clean up your mess like a good boy. While you do, you’ll rub her clit with your thumb to ensure she gets to experience an orgasm while you’re eating your disgusting fucking load out of her pussy. Do you understand?”
“Yes, mistress,” Nick replied. “I’ll do it for you. I will. I promise.” In his current state of desire, the idea sounded like the hottest thing in the world.
“You won’t be cumming today,” she said. “In fact, you won’t be cumming for three more days. On the fourth day you’ll fuck your wife. You’ll unleash your pent up load into her pussy and you’ll clean as much of it as you can before she pushes you away. Do you understand?”
“Yes, mistress,” Nick said. “I understand. I do. I understand.”
“Good. Now take your place beneath me. You’re going to worship my asshole like a good little pig,” Mistress Elena instructed.
Nick rolled onto his back and pulled himself under the queening chair. Mistress Elena stood, tore open her body stocking to give him access, and then took her place upon the queening chair. Her ass cheeks spread open and Nick stared at her perfect, puckered pink hole.
“Worship,” she said.
Nick lifted his head a little, extended his tongue, and went to work. He licked her asshole vigorously and Mistress Elena rubbed his stiff cock with the tip of her boot, making him moan in pleasure.
“From now on, you’re going to clean your cum from your wife’s pussy every time you fuck her,” Mistress Elena said. “If you don’t, you’ll no longer be permitted to see me and no one else at the mansion will see you either. You’ll be cut off, so you better make sure you give Rebecca the orgasm of a lifetime while you’re dining on your spunk for the first time or she won’t let you do it again and =your time with me will be cut short. Do you understand?”
“Yes, mistress,” Nick said. He could scarcely contain his excitement. He’d long yearned for Mistress Elena to exert real control over his life and he couldn’t believe that moment had arrived. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to pull it off, but he was going to try. He was going to be good for his mistress. He was going to do everything in his power to eat his load from Rebecca’s pussy.
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