Date: Mon, 30 Apr 2012 18:20:35 -0400 (EDT)
From: OfLoveAndLust
Subject: A Confession to My Husband

A Confession to My Husband (F/F, D/s, Spanking, Consensual) by
Ofloveandlust
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Chapter  1 - A Confession to My Husband
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My  Darling Husband,

This is the confession I am dying to make. I won't. I will probably show
this to one person and then destroy it forever, but that one person won't be
you. I don't know if this would hurt you, excite you, or just send you
running.
I love you deeply. You are the most caring, generous considerate man in the
 world. You care for me and our family like no other man ever could. You
are a  gentle and considerate lover who pleases me endlessly. I could never
imagine my  life without you. Of course, now that I have discovered this other
side of  myself, I can't imagine my life without both of you. This is why I
must keep  this a secret. You know how I am though. The secret is killing
me.
I'm sure  you remember the night a few months ago when we experimented. We
took a try at  dominance and submission. I know it excited you. I didn't
think it would excite  me as much as it did. Truthfully, I didn't want to try
it. I think of myself as  very conventional and the thought of playing d/s
just seemed kinky and pervy. I  felt that way right up until I walked out and
you started your  inspection.
You started so well. You looked me up and down. You complimented  me and I
loved it. You corrected me... and yes, surprisingly, I loved that too.  You
commanded me. You told me what to do. You put me on my knees and told me to
suck you. You were direct, you were gruff, you were even vulgar. I was
shocked  and horrified to feel the excitement of being your slave.
You tried so hard,  but in the end, you relented. The first time I gagged
on your dick you pulled it  back out. I wanted you to force me to finish you,
but you didn't. I don't know  if you felt guilty or if it was just too
weird for you, but you stopped. We made  love. You were even softer than
normal. The frustration nearly killed me. I had  discovered something I wasn't
comfortable with. Of course, that's what  submission is about, discovering your
comfort zone and leaving it just for a  moment, maybe not for everyone, but
that's what it is for me.
Now all of this  would have just gone away. The next night you went down on
me and rocked my  world like you always do. It was almost enough to chase
these thoughts out of my  head. Another week or two and it would have just
drifted away and I might never  have thought about it again. If it hadn't been
for Deanna's Birthday and girls'  night out, it would have been like the
costumes we tried once and never brought  out again. Fucking Deanna though,
you know how she is.
We were just sitting  there. Her other friends had gone home but she wasn't
ready to call it a night.  It was late but not crazy late so I sat there
talking to her. No one else was  really around. It didn't take long with her.
Talk always turns to sex. I don't  know why I told her the story but I did.
I should have been suspicious of  her reaction. I guess I expected her to
be as shocked at my reaction as I was.  She turned things around on me. She
was so subtle. She just sat there smoking  and asking me questions. I should
have picked up the glint in her eye but I was  drinking. I had drank just
enough that I got honest, too honest. She asked what  I liked about it. She
asked what disappointed me. She asked why I stopped. She  asked why you
stopped. You know I always suspected she wasn't very happy about  sex with Brian,
and I guess I just thought she was getting a thrill out of it. I  kept going.
And then she leaned in towards me. It was awkward and just a  little too
intimate. Her voice stayed slow, steady. She had a confidence I had  never
heard from her before. "This place sucks. Come on. Let's go."
I thought  I was going home. I really did. She wanted me to give her a ride
home.  I  was a little worried about how much I'd drank but I'd stopped
when the other  girls left. It was okay I figured. We got in the car and I
took her home. Come  inside she told me. No, it's late, I responded. Please,
she pleaded. Another  time I begged. No, you are coming in, she ordered. I did.
She made us two  glasses of wine. It wasn't the best wine but I didn't
plan to drink it really.  Brian was on the couch. Now that I look back on it, I
can see it. He wasn't  watching TV. He wasn't reading. He was just sitting
there. My brain ran a quick  rewind. We had walked in. She had walked up to
him, run her hand over his  shoulder.
"Say, hi to Linda." She had told him.
"Hi, Linda."
I can see  it now. I sure didn't see it then.
She sipped her wine quietly. She was just  looking at me. Its not that she
was checking me out, I know now she was sizing  me up, thinking up her
approach. How direct was she going to be able to be? How  subtle would she have
to be? I will admit, I was weirded out. I was ready to  leave. She is a
wonderful mistress. She could tell.
"I have a confession."  She told me. "I really want you to just stay a
little while. I want you to  watch. I have a feeling you will want to leave and
you can if you have to..."  then she paused. She waited just looking at me.
"But I really think you will be  happy if you stay."
What happened next is kind of a blur. I remember parts  vividly but not
what happened before or after. I will remember different pieces  of that night
at different times. She has asked me at times to be specific and
regrettably I don't remember it well enough. This, of course, brings  disappointment.
I don't like to displease me mistress. Wait. I'm jumping  ahead.
I remember she had Brian join us in the kitchen. I remember he was  buck
ass naked. I remember thinking he was pretty good looking naked and that I
was embarrassed to see him like that. She told him the story I had told her. I
 know that she did it to excite him and that she punished him by slapping
his ass  with a long thin spatula when he started to get an erection. I know
that when he  was fully erect she teased him, talking very dirty to him
about it and about  fucking it. She was right. I was so embarrassed I wanted to
leave. She was  right. It excited me. It wasn't watching him that excited
me. It wasn't her  jerking him off but not letting him cum. It was the way she
handled him, the way  she dominated him. I was discovering my inner
submissive.
Again, it's fuzzy  but eventually we ended up in their bedroom. I sat in a
chair as I was  instructed, and watched. She sucked his dick but didn't let
him cum. He would  beg her and she would put him off. You know I'm not bi,
not in the least, but  she did eventually get undressed. She instructed him
to please her and I  watched. I was greedy. I wanted her to cum. I wanted to
watch her cum. Fuck, I  wanted to cum myself. When she finally did I thought
I was going to as well. I  pressed my legs together. I moved my thighs
hoping it would give me some sort of  pressure where I needed it. I just couldn'
t make it happen.
I watched her  ride him, desperate to touch myself. She was watching me. I
would like to say I  was too embarrassed to touch myself but that wasn't it
at all. I know now how  seduced I was. I didn't touch myself because she didn
't tell me I was allowed  to.
I really don't know how long they fucked. I really don't know how long I
had been there. I know she was sitting cross legged on the bed while he lied
 there.  She stroked his cock like it was a pet kitten. I would have
thought  she had forgotten me if she didn't keep looking at me. It was forever
when she  finally addressed me directly.
"Was that weird?"
"Yes." I mumbled.
"But  it was good."
I remember my answer bursting from me, like when you are  underwater almost
too long and you finally release the breath you've been  holding, "Yes."
I would have thought directness at this point would have sent  me running.
That's not how it works though. "I think I would like to take you on  as my
little slave slut. Would you like me to?"
I would have thought I would  need to think before responding to that
question.
Again, that's not how it  works. "Yes."
Naked, she left the bed. She is a tall woman, taller than I.  She has a
strong build, very athletic. Standing in front of me I admired her  large
breasts.  Augmented, sure, but they were lovely. I was jealous. I  think she was
heavier than I expected. A little broader across the ass than I  would have
pictured, but she was a beautiful woman. I wouldn't give up my blonde  hair,
ever, but her long straight dark hair fit her. She came towards me. I
thought for sure she was going to kiss me and that it would send me running, I
had kissed a girl before and I didn't like it, but she stopped. She dropped
to  her knees. I couldn't move. She took my hands in hers. I remember
thinking how  similar they felt to yours.
"This is how it works." She instructed.  "Submission is all the time, not
just in the bedroom. In private you will  address me as mistress unless
instructed otherwise. If there is anyone else in  the room with the exception of
my slave boy, you will not refer to me by  anything, not even my name. Do
you agree?"
She looked up at me directly with  perfect confidence. "Yes."
"Yes, Mistress." She corrected.
"Yes Mistress."  I complied.
"You will speak only when spoken to, or be punished. You will do
specifically what I tell you, or be punished. If you don't understand the
instructions, you will do your best. If you are wrong, of course, you will be
punished. You're purpose is to please me. I am not here to please you. Do you
understand?"
It was automatic. I believe now I was meant for this. "Yes,  Mistress."
"Now, undress for me."
I was hungry to comply. I had gotten so  excited all night I was so ready
to finally feel the orgasm that was built up in  me. I was afraid of her
touch but I really didn't care. I was more afraid that  she would have Brian
touch me, but that wasn't my decision. It didn't matter. It  was beautiful, it
was frightening.  I undressed hurriedly and stood naked  before my mistress
who still sat kneeling on the floor.
I was embarrassed. I  felt fat. I felt pale. I felt like my body looked
ugly and awkward compared to  hers. I stood in silence. I thought I should sit
down but she hadn't told me to,  had she?
"You are such a beautiful little slut!" she praised. I was shocked  with
the tone in her voice. Rather than cool and confident she was excited. She
doted on me.  "I wish my tits looked that good. Brain, look at my new slut,
isn't she beautiful?!" She stood and moved around me. She touched me, her
hands  ran over my arm, over my shoulders. She stroked my nipple only briefly
and it  caused a lightning bolt to shoot through my body. I wondered if
sparks had flown  out of my pussy. She sat in the chair now, just looking at
me. I grinned.  "Slave, fetch me the black rain coat."
"Yes, Mistress." He moved almost  silently.
"Now, my little slut," Cold and commanding again, "I know your  pussy
aches, doesn't it."
Trembling now, "Yes it does, Mistress."
Handing  me a black trench coat style jacket she continued her
instructions. "I want you  to go home and fuck your husband till he can't get hard
again. Just keep fucking  him till he is spent. I don't care if it takes you all
night."
"Yes  mistress." Oops. I had smiled greedily when she had told me this.
"You will  get more instructions later but for now, know you aren't to
look me in the eye  unless told. Keep your eyes to the floor like a good slave.
Do you understand,  Slut?"
"Yes, Mistress." My name would be slut.
At home I did what she told  me to. You still talk about that night, how I
came home wearing only a coat. How  you were upset when you saw. How you
only got more upset until I took you there  on the living room floor. We set
our record that night with 6, the last one  coming when the sun was starting
to slip in the window.
I'm sure you know now  it didn't stop that night, that things had only
started.
The next week was  hard for me. She called me that next morning. The night
before, submission had  been easy. I was horny. I was a little slut excited
to do what I was told. When  she called the next morning and asked how her
new little slut was, I giggled. I  called her Dee'. When she told me she was
disappointed I think I just shrugged  it off. She had assigned me
punishment. I was to go to the adult store on the  way home and pick up a riding crop.
I of course just blew it off. The next  morning she called again. I was
having a rough morning. Your daughter had fought  me tooth and nail and your
son had done nothing but cry. I told her I couldn't  play along, I wasn't in
the mood. She didn't call again for another day. Finally  I thought I was
done with all this silliness. That's when she sent me the  email.
Submission was about sex, true, but it was about so much more. She  told me
about how it was something I needed to embrace and take seriously. She
told me how she knew me and loved me as a friend. She told me how much fun it
would be. It was really too much for the morning and I replied I guess this
just  isn't really for me. I really didn't think about it further. I was
tired and  cranky and irritated.
But it didn't go away. It was as if having her walk  away made me need it
more.
By Friday it was all I could think about. I  called her.
"Hello?" "Mistress?" I was unsure, if I was calling her, how did  I
address her.
"I thought we had decided against that." Her voice was not the  cool
confidence it had been. It was cold and distant.
"I can't stop thinking  about it."
"You will have to me punished." One sentence in that voice, her  mistress
voice, and I felt it all over again. It was like she was talking  directly
to my pussy.
"Yes, Mistress. I know."
"Oh, my poor sweet little  slut. You are so new. I had really hoped to
break you in so much more  slowly."
My heart raced. "Yes, mistress, I know."
"You have so much to  learn. You have displeased me."
"Yes Mistress, I will please you." As I said  it, the images raced through
my mind. What would she have me do? How would she  have me please her? I
will admit.  It was all about sex and all of it  excited me. I was her slut.
It didn't matter what she wanted me to do. I would  do it. I was a good slut,
I would show her.
I am contradicting myself. I am  sitting here making my confession and
telling you that this is all about sex and  that it just isn't about sex at the
same time. I wish I could reconcile that in  my own head. I can think about
that morning when I thought about all the  different ways she could punish
me. You know me better than anyone. You know I  have never thought about
having sex with a woman. It doesn't excite me in any  way. Yet there I was, my
panties soaking wet thinking about having to go down on  Deanna, having to
please her. I don't understand it myself. I guess that is part  of my
confession. I confess I don't understand why I am excited by this but  confess that
it totally excites me.
I really can't get out of the office at  lunch. It is a frustrating little
part of my job. I was, however between a rock  and a hard place. I had
reached out to her and asked her to take me back. She  was quite clear about my
punishment. I was to be at her house at noon. It was  ten o'clock, only two
hours away. She had assured me I would be back to work. It  stressed me, the
thought of being late.  The stress was exciting in its own  way. Luckily she
lived close to my office.
(I've spent two days describing my  punishment in every detail but it is as
long as everything I have written above.  I don't want my confession to
just become a dirty story so I have cut this down  as much as possible.)
I arrived at her house. A post-it note instructed me to  come inside to the
bedroom. I did as instructed. I walked in to find her sitting  in the small
arm chair. She was dressed in the full dominatrix regalia. I have
described to you how Deanna struck me as more beautiful naked than I had ever  seen
her. Sitting in front of me, she was simply sexy. I had never seen her wear
make-up like this and it made her strikingly beautiful. She stood and came
to  me. In knee length high heel boots she stood as tall as you do. She wore
garters  and stockings. She wore a corset. She didn't wear panties. I tried
not to look  at her bare shaved pussy. I was almost certain I knew what
pleasing her would  mean.
Standing close to me she addressed me in that voice. Fuck, I wonder,  does
this all just come down to that voice. "Take off your clothes; I want to
see my hot little slut."
I did as I was told. I was just wearing jeans and a  tee and I stripped
down quickly. Again, standing naked with her there made me  feel fat and ugly
and awkward. I held my arms around myself in modestly and it  drew a short
quick slap to my ass. She had used a riding crop like the one she  had told me
to get. I felt the sting. It was sharper than a spanking with a  hand.
"You are so fucking hot!" she praised me. I liked it.
Then she  touched me. Her hands moved over my body. She was firm. She
slapped my ass. She  tugged at my nipples and my knees nearly buckled. I closed
my eyes.   Looking back on it, I was not comfortable with her touch but it
was not as  disturbing as I might have thought. "If only we had more time."
She told me. "As  I told you, I wanted to break you in slowly. I am so sorry
that you have to be  punished." She stood right in front of me. I kept my
eyes down. I was staring  straight into her cleavage.
"I am very sorry mistress."
Fuck, I know. I  said I would keep this short. Okay. She moved me to the
bed. She had me get on  my hands and knees. She slapped my ass again and I
remember thinking the  spanking would be my punishment.
Then she came around the bed and leaned in  to my ear. She whispered at me.
My safe word was "asparagus." And she asked me  not to use it.
She lubed my pussy. She lubed my ass. I think I cried. She  worked me over
with her fingers. It felt like hours. I was mortified. I was  delirious. I
came so hard I did cry. I know I have told you I don't like it in  my ass. I
know you have never even asked for it. Maybe that's why. She didn't  ask.
She just took me.
She left me panting on the bed, my ass still up in  the air. I wasn't
moving until she told me to. My pussy was a quivering mess. My  clit was still
warm from her touch; I felt the lube clinging to my ass. I wanted  her to come
back and do it more.
She came back wrapped in a towel, she had  undressed. "You can get dressed,
my sweet slut."
Did I mention I wanted her  back inside me again?
I got dressed. I had to hurry but I would be on time. I  was at the door
when she came to me again, sans towel now. "Are you going to  behave?"
Concentrating on the ground, "Yes, Mistress."
"I would like that.  I would much rather reward than punish." She kissed
me. It was long and slow. It  was far more firm than I ever imagined it would
be. It was totally lesbian and  creepy. It was disturbing. Of course I didn'
t stop either. I kissed her back and  touched her naked back. I didn't want
to leave but I wanted to run away. I  didn't want to touch a naked woman
but I wanted her to be inside me again.
I  drove back to work wondering when she would call again. I wondered if I
should  call her. I was more prepared now. Even if she called in the
morning, I would be  ready. I would address my mistress properly.
I know this is insane. I am  sitting here confessing to my affair. I don't
feel like it was an affair. I hope  you don't hate me.
I guess I never thought about it like that. I mean, that  very weekend when
she called with instructions they were about you. She gave me  30 minutes
to suck you off. I told her you don't usually cum for me. She hoped  you
would because she didn't want to punish me.
Yes, she punished me that  week. It wasn't as severe as the last time. My
punishment was to sit naked at  the foot of the bed and watch her. She had
her slave there and she sucked his  dick. She showed me how to deep throat
him. She showed me how to work his balls.  She showed me that trick where I
turn my hand around your shaft. She showed me  how to blow you.
Her instructions so often involved you that I think I just  kinda thought
of you as a part of this the whole time. Remember when we went to  dinner
with them and I took you off into the bathroom and did you. That was on  her
instruction.
I know I am just justifying myself. I would suppose a new  blow job
technique doesn't make up for the afternoons I told you I was going to  the movies
when really I was going over to her house. So yes, I confess. It  doesn't
happen every time, but I have gone down on her. It was a distressing
punishment at first but eventually I learned to please my mistress. I learned  why
you like eating me out like you do. There is something special about making
a woman come. It is more of an accomplishment I guess. It's like discovering
a  mystery.
I still don't think of myself as bisexual. I don't get excited at  the
idea of having sex with a woman.
I confess again. I am lying. I do get  excited about sex with my mistress.
I want her to please me. I want to please  her.
I guess I am done. I don't really know what more I can confess. I am
sorry. I really hope you don't hate me. I hope you can understand a little. I
read through this myself and I have to admit, I don't think I explained myself
 very well. Maybe I will think of some other, better way to explain this
some day  and then actually share this with you.
All my love for  you,
Always,
Your Wife.



Chapter 2 - A Confession for My Darling  Slut
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As  your mistress I owe you no explanation. I owe you no confession. I am,
however,  so very proud of you and how far you have come, I feel as though
you have earned  a bit of relief.
I read your confession over repeatedly. I was so very  pleased. You truly
have given yourself to me. You have come to understand that  giving me your
complete trust and compliance has allowed you to express a side  of your
personality that you might not have discovered otherwise. I am proud to  have
been able to give you that freedom. I am so very pleased that you have
discovered that your complete obedience has allowed you to find that your
boundaries are not quite where you thought they were.
Last night after your  service I lied beside you. I heard your tears in the
dark.  I know  precisely how you are feeling today. You had set a firm
boundary in your mind  and your heart and I pressed you across it. I feared all
evening you would end  this with a simple word and yet you took all I had to
give you. This morning you  are feeling regret and sadness. You are feeling
these things only because I am  allowing you. Because I am taking you
further.
Everything last night had a  purpose. I had to break you loose. I had to
drive you past where you thought you  would ever go. First with instructions
you felt you could not cross, then by  rewarding you, you came to accept.
Last weekend, after you read me your  confession and then serviced me too
splendidly, I instructed you I needed a  weekend. You expressed the
difficulty it would be arranging it but you complied.  You did everything that needed
to be done in the face of so many obstacles, real  and imaginary. You gave
me yourself for the weekend. You arrived last night as  instructed. Clean,
shaved, prepared, and naked beneath the coat I had sent you  home in that
first night. You entered the room without a word and did as you  were told.
You gave me your pussy. I love to eat your pussy and hear your  cries as
you come. My slave deserves her rewards. You took my fingers and came  for me
again.  Finally, bent over, you took my strap on dick. You took it  in your
pussy and then spread wide and gave me your ass. Do you remember how
difficult that had been at first? You have come so very far.
You had been so  compliant I considered foregoing the restraints. I thought
they might not be  necessary. I also thought about how much you love them.
How you love to be  subjected to my every whim when you have no escape. I
restrained you for your  own pleasure. Your mistress is always thinking of you.
I felt in your  confession your trust. I believe you do trust that I am
always thinking of you.  I believe you try to trust me completely. I know you
lay beside me questioning  that trust. My sweet, sweet slut, I will prove
myself to you shortly and your  trust will be total.
You had experienced the table only once. I had only let  you experience it
once.  I wanted you to be comfortable in it but not  completely aware of it.
I did not blindfold you while I bound you. I wanted you  to be able to see
the cuffs locked in place. I wanted to watch your face and  that is why I
had my slave do it for me.
I know when you are excited. I  watched the anticipation in your eyes. You
try to do as you are told and hide it  from me but I know. I am your
mistress; I am supposed to know these things. You  rested your knees on the
supports and laid your belly upon the table. Your  breasts hang deliciously through
the cutouts. My slave strapped your ankles in  place. He strapped your
wrists in place and then adjusted the braces so that  your arms were extended
just where they should be. I wanted you restrained but  comfortable. He pulled
the lever and you lurched forward as the table laid flat.  He adjusted the
leg rests and stirrups until your legs were spread wide for  me.
You love to be spread wide for me. You love to be my slut. I love to see
it open like that for me and I will admit it was hard even for me to resist
your  delicious lips and clitty. I contented myself with your tits. I teased
and  pinched your tits until I knew you wanted it. I love the way you get
excited  when I tease your nipples. I love to put you on the edge. It was time.
I  kneeled in front of you. I kissed your red lips. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes,  Mistress." Your eyes expressed the truth of those  words.
"Completely?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"You have been such a good slut.  You have been so completely obedient."
"Thank you, mistress." You knew you  had spoken unnecessarily and the crop
fell on your ass with a delicious slap. I  nearly licked my lips looking at
you bent over, strapped down, spread open. It  was time.
"So you like it when I teach you new things?"
"Yes  Mistress."
"You eat a good pussy. Do you like to eat my pussy, slut?"
"Yes  Mistress." My pussy was dripping just thinking about it.
"You like my tongue  in your cunt, too, don't you?"
"Oh, yes, Mistress."
"You are such a good  little dyke. Are you a dyke now slut?"
"Yes, mistress. I am a good dyke." I  delighted at getting to spank your
beautiful round ass. I let the crop fall  twice.
"Liar."
"No mistress. I am your dyke."
Again, I slapped your  ass. "You lie. I know it. You want dick."
"No mistress. I want your  pussy."
"Don't lie to your mistress." Slap! "I know you leave me and run home
and suck cock. I know you let him fuck that pussy of yours."
"Yes mistress. I  let him fuck me. You tell me to fuck him. I fuck him like
you say. I suck him  like you say." Oh, the confusion in your voice. You
were questioning me. I was  pressing your last boundary. You make me so hot,
you sweet little slut.
"So  you still want dick?"
"Yes mistress. I still want my husband's dick." Sadness  in your
confession. The last boundary. You didn't want to take a dick. You  confessed to
cheating on him but it wasn't cheating, was it? You had never taken  a dick.
"Are you my slut?"
"Yes mistress, I am your slut."
"Do you  trust your mistress?"
"Yes mistress, I trust you." Your neck was tired and  your head hung loose
from your shoulders. Your arms were stretched above your  head and you
gripped the leather straps that held you in place. Your pussy was  spread wide
open. You had to trust me, and yet I was about to betray you.
"I  really didn't expect to have to take another slave on so soon. I had
planned to  take things slowly with you. You have come so far so quickly
though." I walked  around you, stroking your arms and back. You are such a
beautiful slut. I am  lucky. I pulled on the blindfold. "Let me introduce you to,
Cock." You heard and  felt him standing beside me. I could tell because you
turned your head.
"I  really have no need for a male slave. They are a bit of a bore." I
kept walking  around you. You couldn't tell because you were blind but I had
Cock on a lead.  He was naked except the cock ring I used to keep his dick
ready, the ball gag I  used to keep him quiet, and the collar I used to attach
the leash. I was  reasonably pleased at how he looked and how he behaved,
but like I said, I had  no use for him. Cock is for you. "I don't even really
think of him as a  slave.  He is more of a tool, like my strap on,
something to be used. Grunt  for the lady, will you please, Cock?" I slapped his ass
and he grunted. Your  body tightened. You knew it was for real.
"Do you want to try my Cock,  Slut?"
"No mistress." I expected that. You were spanked  anyway.
"What?"
"Mistress, please." Another slap.
"You said you trusted  your mistress." I slapped your ass again, just for
fun.
"I do trust  you."
This time the crop swung from my ankle upwards, under the table, and  fell
upon your lusciously large and natural tit. You jumped a little, it was
unexpected.
"But you don't want my cock?"
"No mistress." And you knew it  was coming. Again the crop sung up and
struck your tit. Balls out now. I had to  break you. I took a fistful of your
hair and pulled your face up. You felt my  breath on your ear.
"Do you trust me?" I whispered.
"Yes, Mistress." I  thought you were crying.
"Do you want my cock?"
"No mistress." The crop  fell again on your hard nipple. I slapped it
again for good measure.
It went  on longer. Three times, maybe four. I looked under the table to
see the light  pink stripes across your tits.
"My sweet little slut, I guess it is time  that I release you. I will be
sad but I will find another slut. She probably  won't have these sweet tits
though." I paused.
"No Mistress..." Yes! "I will  be your slut."
"And you will take my Cock?"
"Yes Mistress, I will take  your cock."
"Go ahead Cock." He was hard as a fucking rock. I have to admit,  I was
impressed. "Fuck the shit out of my little slut."
You took it so well.  He fucked you forever. I barked orders and pinched
your nipples. I wanted to  unbind your eyes so you could watch how I fingered
myself but that can be next  time. You were quiet far too long and I had to
coax you out of your little pout.  "Come for me Slut! Take that cock and
come hard for your mistress." I was so  pleased when you complied.
I have to admit I have my kinks. Some are a little  too hard for me to
resist.  When Cock pulled out of you I ate the cum out  of your sweet little
pussy. Your mistress has her weaknesses too, and this is  just such a dirty
little slut thing to do. My Mistress made me do it. It was my  boundary. I
still eat a cream pie any time I can. You, my sweet little slut, are  going to
give me a cream pie a lot.
You just walked in and told me we have to  talk. I expected this all day. I
told you I need 30 minutes. You are going to  tell me I went too far and
that you have to go home and you have to admit  everything to your little
husband and that it is over. You had your boundary and  it was too much for you
to cross.
Change of plan. I am going to let you read  this while I go get Cock. He's
been waiting for us locked naked in the other  room. He is just too easy a
mark. Men are such boring submissives. They will do  anything to get laid.
I'm not going to let you go. You will insist and I  resist. You will insist
further and I will let you go. You gave yourself to me.  I have dressed in
my full on uniform. I have pulled my hair back. I am going to  lie here in
bed while you try to leave. I will touch myself casually. In the end  you
will want me. In the end you will give yourself to me.
Later I will show  you your trust was not misplaced. Later though. You will
have to be punished  first for trying to leave me. You will have to take
Cock again just for good  measure.
Fuck, I am horny again. Are you going to be a good slut for  me?
All my love,

Your Mistress.




Chapter 3 - A Confession to My Husband
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This  is the confession I am dying to make. I won't. I will probably show
this to one  person and then destroy it forever, but that one person won't be
you. I don't  know if this would hurt you, excite you, or just send you
running.
I love  you deeply. You are the most caring, generous considerate man in
the world. You  care for me and our family like no other man ever could. You
are a gentle and  considerate lover who pleases me endlessly. I could never
imagine my life  without you. Of course, now that I have discovered this
other side of myself, I  can't imagine my life without both of you. This is why
I must keep this a  secret. You know how I am though. The secret is killing
me.
I'm sure you  remember the night a few months ago when we experimented. We
took a try at  dominance and submission. I know it excited you. I didn't
think it would excite  me as much as it did. Truthfully, I didn't want to try
it. I think of myself as  very conventional and the thought of playing d/s
just seemed kinky and pervy. I  felt that way right up until I walked out and
you started your  inspection.
You started so well. You looked me up and down. You complimented  me and I
loved it. You corrected me... and yes, surprisingly, I loved that too.  You
commanded me. You told me what to do. You put me on my knees and told me to
suck you. You were direct, you were gruff, you were even vulgar. I was
shocked  and horrified to feel the excitement of being your slave.
You tried so hard,  but in the end, you relented. The first time I gagged
on your dick you pulled it  back out. I wanted you to force me to finish you,
but you didn't. I don't know  if you felt guilty or if it was just too
weird for you, but you stopped. We made  love. You were even softer than
normal. The frustration nearly killed me. I had  discovered something I wasn't
comfortable with. Of course, that's what  submission is about, discovering your
comfort zone and leaving it just for a  moment, maybe not for everyone, but
that's what it is for me.
Now all of this  would have just gone away. The next night you went down on
me and rocked my  world like you always do. It was almost enough to chase
these thoughts out of my  head. Another week or two and it would have just
drifted away and I might never  have thought about it again. If it hadn't been
for Deanna's Birthday and girls'  night out, it would have been like the
costumes we tried once and never brought  out again. Fucking Deanna though,
you know how she is.
We were just sitting  there. Her other friends had gone home but she wasn't
ready to call it a night.  It was late but not crazy late so I sat there
talking to her. No one else was  really around. It didn't take long with her.
Talk always turns to sex. I don't  know why I told her the story but I did.
I should have been suspicious of  her reaction. I guess I expected her to
be as shocked at my reaction as I was.  She turned things around on me. She
was so subtle. She just sat there smoking  and asking me questions. I should
have picked up the glint in her eye but I was  drinking. I had drank just
enough that I got honest, too honest. She asked what  I liked about it. She
asked what disappointed me. She asked why I stopped. She  asked why you
stopped. You know I always suspected she wasn't very happy about  sex with Brian,
and I guess I just thought she was getting a thrill out of it. I  kept going.
And then she leaned in towards me. It was awkward and just a  little too
intimate. Her voice stayed slow, steady. She had a confidence I had  never
heard from her before. "This place sucks. Come on. Let's go."
I thought  I was going home. I really did. She wanted me to give her a ride
home.  I  was a little worried about how much I'd drank but I'd stopped
when the other  girls left. It was okay I figured. We got in the car and I
took her home. Come  inside she told me. No, it's late, I responded. Please,
she pleaded. Another  time I begged. No, you are coming in, she ordered. I did.
She made us two  glasses of wine. It wasn't the best wine but I didn't
plan to drink it really.  Brian was on the couch. Now that I look back on it, I
can see it. He wasn't  watching TV. He wasn't reading. He was just sitting
there. My brain ran a quick  rewind. We had walked in. She had walked up to
him, run her hand over his  shoulder.
"Say, hi to Linda." She had told him.
"Hi, Linda."
I can see  it now. I sure didn't see it then.
She sipped her wine quietly. She was just  looking at me. Its not that she
was checking me out, I know now she was sizing  me up, thinking up her
approach. How direct was she going to be able to be? How  subtle would she have
to be? I will admit, I was weirded out. I was ready to  leave. She is a
wonderful mistress. She could tell.
"I have a confession."  She told me. "I really want you to just stay a
little while. I want you to  watch. I have a feeling you will want to leave and
you can if you have to..."  then she paused. She waited just looking at me.
"But I really think you will be  happy if you stay."
What happened next is kind of a blur. I remember parts  vividly but not
what happened before or after. I will remember different pieces  of that night
at different times. She has asked me at times to be specific and
regrettably I don't remember it well enough. This, of course, brings  disappointment.
I don't like to displease me mistress. Wait. I'm jumping  ahead.
I remember she had Brian join us in the kitchen. I remember he was  buck
ass naked. I remember thinking he was pretty good looking naked and that I
was embarrassed to see him like that. She told him the story I had told her. I
 know that she did it to excite him and that she punished him by slapping
his ass  with a long thin spatula when he started to get an erection. I know
that when he  was fully erect she teased him, talking very dirty to him
about it and about  fucking it. She was right. I was so embarrassed I wanted to
leave. She was  right. It excited me. It wasn't watching him that excited
me. It wasn't her  jerking him off but not letting him cum. It was the way she
handled him, the way  she dominated him. I was discovering my inner
submissive.
Again, it's fuzzy  but eventually we ended up in their bedroom. I sat in a
chair as I was  instructed, and watched. She sucked his dick but didn't let
him cum. He would  beg her and she would put him off. You know I'm not bi,
not in the least, but  she did eventually get undressed. She instructed him
to please her and I  watched. I was greedy. I wanted her to cum. I wanted to
watch her cum. Fuck, I  wanted to cum myself. When she finally did I thought
I was going to as well. I  pressed my legs together. I moved my thighs
hoping it would give me some sort of  pressure where I needed it. I just couldn'
t make it happen.
I watched her  ride him, desperate to touch myself. She was watching me. I
would like to say I  was too embarrassed to touch myself but that wasn't it
at all. I know now how  seduced I was. I didn't touch myself because she didn
't tell me I was allowed  to.
I really don't know how long they fucked. I really don't know how long I
had been there. I know she was sitting cross legged on the bed while he lied
 there.  She stroked his cock like it was a pet kitten. I would have
thought  she had forgotten me if she didn't keep looking at me. It was forever
when she  finally addressed me directly.
"Was that weird?"
"Yes." I mumbled.
"But  it was good."
I remember my answer bursting from me, like when you are  underwater almost
too long and you finally release the breath you've been  holding, "Yes."
I would have thought directness at this point would have sent  me running.
That's not how it works though. "I think I would like to take you on  as my
little slave slut. Would you like me to?"
I would have thought I would  need to think before responding to that
question.
Again, that's not how it  works. "Yes."
Naked, she left the bed. She is a tall woman, taller than I.  She has a
strong build, very athletic. Standing in front of me I admired her  large
breasts.  Augmented, sure, but they were lovely. I was jealous. I  think she was
heavier than I expected. A little broader across the ass than I  would have
pictured, but she was a beautiful woman. I wouldn't give up my blonde  hair,
ever, but her long straight dark hair fit her. She came towards me. I
thought for sure she was going to kiss me and that it would send me running, I
had kissed a girl before and I didn't like it, but she stopped. She dropped
to  her knees. I couldn't move. She took my hands in hers. I remember
thinking how  similar they felt to yours.
"This is how it works." She instructed.  "Submission is all the time, not
just in the bedroom. In private you will  address me as mistress unless
instructed otherwise. If there is anyone else in  the room with the exception of
my slave boy, you will not refer to me by  anything, not even my name. Do
you agree?"
She looked up at me directly with  perfect confidence. "Yes."
"Yes, Mistress." She corrected.
"Yes Mistress."  I complied.
"You will speak only when spoken to, or be punished. You will do
specifically what I tell you, or be punished. If you don't understand the
instructions, you will do your best. If you are wrong, of course, you will be
punished. You're purpose is to please me. I am not here to please you. Do you
understand?"
It was automatic. I believe now I was meant for this. "Yes,  Mistress."
"Now, undress for me."
I was hungry to comply. I had gotten so  excited all night I was so ready
to finally feel the orgasm that was built up in  me. I was afraid of her
touch but I really didn't care. I was more afraid that  she would have Brian
touch me, but that wasn't my decision. It didn't matter. It  was beautiful, it
was frightening.  I undressed hurriedly and stood naked  before my mistress
who still sat kneeling on the floor.
I was embarrassed. I  felt fat. I felt pale. I felt like my body looked
ugly and awkward compared to  hers. I stood in silence. I thought I should sit
down but she hadn't told me to,  had she?
"You are such a beautiful little slut!" she praised. I was shocked  with
the tone in her voice. Rather than cool and confident she was excited. She
doted on me.  "I wish my tits looked that good. Brain, look at my new slut,
isn't she beautiful?!" She stood and moved around me. She touched me, her
hands  ran over my arm, over my shoulders. She stroked my nipple only briefly
and it  caused a lightning bolt to shoot through my body. I wondered if
sparks had flown  out of my pussy. She sat in the chair now, just looking at
me. I grinned.  "Slave, fetch me the black rain coat."
"Yes, Mistress." He moved almost  silently.
"Now, my little slut," Cold and commanding again, "I know your  pussy
aches, doesn't it."
Trembling now, "Yes it does, Mistress."
Handing  me a black trench coat style jacket she continued her
instructions. "I want you  to go home and fuck your husband till he can't get hard
again. Just keep fucking  him till he is spent. I don't care if it takes you all
night."
"Yes  mistress." Oops. I had smiled greedily when she had told me this.
"You will  get more instructions later but for now, know you aren't to
look me in the eye  unless told. Keep your eyes to the floor like a good slave.
Do you understand,  Slut?"
"Yes, Mistress." My name would be slut.
At home I did what she told  me to. You still talk about that night, how I
came home wearing only a coat. How  you were upset when you saw. How you
only got more upset until I took you there  on the living room floor. We set
our record that night with 6, the last one  coming when the sun was starting
to slip in the window.
I'm sure you know now  it didn't stop that night, that things had only
started.
The next week was  hard for me. She called me that next morning. The night
before, submission had  been easy. I was horny. I was a little slut excited
to do what I was told. When  she called the next morning and asked how her
new little slut was, I giggled. I  called her Dee'. When she told me she was
disappointed I think I just shrugged  it off. She had assigned me
punishment. I was to go to the adult store on the  way home and pick up a riding crop.
I of course just blew it off. The next  morning she called again. I was
having a rough morning. Your daughter had fought  me tooth and nail and your
son had done nothing but cry. I told her I couldn't  play along, I wasn't in
the mood. She didn't call again for another day. Finally  I thought I was
done with all this silliness. That's when she sent me the  email.
Submission was about sex, true, but it was about so much more. She  told me
about how it was something I needed to embrace and take seriously. She
told me how she knew me and loved me as a friend. She told me how much fun it
would be. It was really too much for the morning and I replied I guess this
just  isn't really for me. I really didn't think about it further. I was
tired and  cranky and irritated.
But it didn't go away. It was as if having her walk  away made me need it
more.
By Friday it was all I could think about. I  called her.
"Hello?" "Mistress?" I was unsure, if I was calling her, how did  I
address her.
"I thought we had decided against that." Her voice was not the  cool
confidence it had been. It was cold and distant.
"I can't stop thinking  about it."
"You will have to me punished." One sentence in that voice, her  mistress
voice, and I felt it all over again. It was like she was talking  directly
to my pussy.
"Yes, Mistress. I know."
"Oh, my poor sweet little  slut. You are so new. I had really hoped to
break you in so much more  slowly."
My heart raced. "Yes, mistress, I know."
"You have so much to  learn. You have displeased me."
"Yes Mistress, I will please you." As I said  it, the images raced through
my mind. What would she have me do? How would she  have me please her? I
will admit.  It was all about sex and all of it  excited me. I was her slut.
It didn't matter what she wanted me to do. I would  do it. I was a good slut,
I would show her.
I am contradicting myself. I am  sitting here making my confession and
telling you that this is all about sex and  that it just isn't about sex at the
same time. I wish I could reconcile that in  my own head. I can think about
that morning when I thought about all the  different ways she could punish
me. You know me better than anyone. You know I  have never thought about
having sex with a woman. It doesn't excite me in any  way. Yet there I was, my
panties soaking wet thinking about having to go down on  Deanna, having to
please her. I don't understand it myself. I guess that is part  of my
confession. I confess I don't understand why I am excited by this but  confess that
it totally excites me.
I really can't get out of the office at  lunch. It is a frustrating little
part of my job. I was, however between a rock  and a hard place. I had
reached out to her and asked her to take me back. She  was quite clear about my
punishment. I was to be at her house at noon. It was  ten o'clock, only two
hours away. She had assured me I would be back to work. It  stressed me, the
thought of being late.  The stress was exciting in its own  way. Luckily she
lived close to my office.
(I've spent two days describing my  punishment in every detail but it is as
long as everything I have written above.  I don't want my confession to
just become a dirty story so I have cut this down  as much as possible.)
I arrived at her house. A post-it note instructed me to  come inside to the
bedroom. I did as instructed. I walked in to find her sitting  in the small
arm chair. She was dressed in the full dominatrix regalia. I have
described to you how Deanna struck me as more beautiful naked than I had ever  seen
her. Sitting in front of me, she was simply sexy. I had never seen her wear
make-up like this and it made her strikingly beautiful. She stood and came
to  me. In knee length high heel boots she stood as tall as you do. She wore
garters  and stockings. She wore a corset. She didn't wear panties. I tried
not to look  at her bare shaved pussy. I was almost certain I knew what
pleasing her would  mean.
Standing close to me she addressed me in that voice. Fuck, I wonder,  does
this all just come down to that voice. "Take off your clothes; I want to
see my hot little slut."
I did as I was told. I was just wearing jeans and a  tee and I stripped
down quickly. Again, standing naked with her there made me  feel fat and ugly
and awkward. I held my arms around myself in modestly and it  drew a short
quick slap to my ass. She had used a riding crop like the one she  had told me
to get. I felt the sting. It was sharper than a spanking with a  hand.
"You are so fucking hot!" she praised me. I liked it.
Then she  touched me. Her hands moved over my body. She was firm. She
slapped my ass. She  tugged at my nipples and my knees nearly buckled. I closed
my eyes.   Looking back on it, I was not comfortable with her touch but it
was not as  disturbing as I might have thought. "If only we had more time."
She told me. "As  I told you, I wanted to break you in slowly. I am so sorry
that you have to be  punished." She stood right in front of me. I kept my
eyes down. I was staring  straight into her cleavage.
"I am very sorry mistress."
Fuck, I know. I  said I would keep this short. Okay. She moved me to the
bed. She had me get on  my hands and knees. She slapped my ass again and I
remember thinking the  spanking would be my punishment.
Then she came around the bed and leaned in  to my ear. She whispered at me.
My safe word was "asparagus." And she asked me  not to use it.
She lubed my pussy. She lubed my ass. I think I cried. She  worked me over
with her fingers. It felt like hours. I was mortified. I was  delirious. I
came so hard I did cry. I know I have told you I don't like it in  my ass. I
know you have never even asked for it. Maybe that's why. She didn't  ask.
She just took me.
She left me panting on the bed, my ass still up in  the air. I wasn't
moving until she told me to. My pussy was a quivering mess. My  clit was still
warm from her touch; I felt the lube clinging to my ass. I wanted  her to come
back and do it more.
She came back wrapped in a towel, she had  undressed. "You can get dressed,
my sweet slut."
Did I mention I wanted her  back inside me again?
I got dressed. I had to hurry but I would be on time. I  was at the door
when she came to me again, sans towel now. "Are you going to  behave?"
Concentrating on the ground, "Yes, Mistress."
"I would like that.  I would much rather reward than punish." She kissed
me. It was long and slow. It  was far more firm than I ever imagined it would
be. It was totally lesbian and  creepy. It was disturbing. Of course I didn'
t stop either. I kissed her back and  touched her naked back. I didn't want
to leave but I wanted to run away. I  didn't want to touch a naked woman
but I wanted her to be inside me again.
I  drove back to work wondering when she would call again. I wondered if I
should  call her. I was more prepared now. Even if she called in the
morning, I would be  ready. I would address my mistress properly.
I know this is insane. I am  sitting here confessing to my affair. I don't
feel like it was an affair. I hope  you don't hate me.
I guess I never thought about it like that. I mean, that  very weekend when
she called with instructions they were about you. She gave me  30 minutes
to suck you off. I told her you don't usually cum for me. She hoped  you
would because she didn't want to punish me.
Yes, she punished me that  week. It wasn't as severe as the last time. My
punishment was to sit naked at  the foot of the bed and watch her. She had
her slave there and she sucked his  dick. She showed me how to deep throat
him. She showed me how to work his balls.  She showed me that trick where I
turn my hand around your shaft. She showed me  how to blow you.
Her instructions so often involved you that I think I just  kinda thought
of you as a part of this the whole time. Remember when we went to  dinner
with them and I took you off into the bathroom and did you. That was on  her
instruction.
I know I am just justifying myself. I would suppose a new  blow job
technique doesn't make up for the afternoons I told you I was going to  the movies
when really I was going over to her house. So yes, I confess. It  doesn't
happen every time, but I have gone down on her. It was a distressing
punishment at first but eventually I learned to please my mistress. I learned  why
you like eating me out like you do. There is something special about making
a woman come. It is more of an accomplishment I guess. It's like discovering
a  mystery.
I still don't think of myself as bisexual. I don't get excited at  the
idea of having sex with a woman.
I confess again. I am lying. I do get  excited about sex with my mistress.
I want her to please me. I want to please  her.
I guess I am done. I don't really know what more I can confess. I am
sorry. I really hope you don't hate me. I hope you can understand a little. I
read through this myself and I have to admit, I don't think I explained myself
 very well. Maybe I will think of some other, better way to explain this
some day  and then actually share this with you.
All my love for you,
Always,

Your  Wife

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