Amy could barely believe what she was reading. All her life she had been looking for someone dominant who could bring out her submissive side. Although she was happily married to Graham he too was quite submissive and she relied on her 19 year old son Adam for her sexual pleasure. She read the advert again.
I am seeking a married couple who likes or would like to explore BDSM with someone who is trustworthy.
You must prepare yourself to be used and humiliated. Your cunt will be mine, your ass will be mine, your tits will be mine and your mouth will be mine. The pain you will feel will be intense but will be far outweighed by the pleasure you receive. Reply with explicit details about yourself for my consideration.
Master Roger
She replied immediately. It read:
Master Roger
I accept your invitation, or should I say command. My submissive life needs a master to use me in whatever way you request. Can I ask if I can bring my son Adam instead of my husband Graham as it is Adam that I get my sexual pleasure from.
Amy, your submissive.
She sat staring at her in box, almost willing it to show she had a new message. Eventually, after what seemed like a lifetime, but was in fact only a few minutes she heard a message ping into her inbox.
She opened it immediately. It read.
Dear Amy
Thank you for prompt reply. Your speed in answering indicates to me that you are very keen to explore this side of your sexuality. Meet me in the bar of The Marriott Hotel tonight at 7.30. You are to dress like the slut I believe you are deep down inside. You must bring your husband only and not your son. You will obey me completely. Any hesitation or refusal to carry out my instructions will cause me to walk out and you will never see or hear from me again.
Master R.
Amy read it and reread it. She knew instantly she was going but disappointed she couldntake Adam. Graham didn't know that Adam was fucking his wife but suspected that Amy was probably masturbating him.
She texted Graham and told him. She didn't ask him, she told him. She went upstairs and showered. She got her ladyshave and made sure she removed all traces of hair around her pussy. She loved the feel of being naked down there and was convinced it increased the pleasure of her climaxes.
Then she sat in front of the mirror and applied her make up. She knew she had to dress sluttily so chose the deep colours and put it on thickly. She admired herself in the mirror and said to herself, 'your face looks good enough to fuck.'
Then she chose her clothes. The black quarter cup bra which uplifted her generous tits but didn't quite cover her nipples. Then she picked up the matching suspender belt with the six hanging suspenders which she preferred. Now the tricky problem of her panties, should she leave them off or not. She couldn't decide right now. She put on her red blouse which clearly showed her black bra through it. Now she opened a new pair of stockings. These were her favourite ff seamed ones, she pulled them up her legs and turned round and looked in the mirror to make sure the seams were straight and then she attached the suspenders to them.
Amy could already feel herself getting aroused, her nipples were hardening and her pussy juices were beginning to flow. She really wanted to pleasure herself but knew she really had to wait.
Eventually she decided to wear some panties and put on a pair of black silky ones. As she pulled them up legs she loved the feel as they brushed against her pussy lips. All that was needed now was the short black skirt and 5 inch black high heel shoes. As she paraded in front of the mirror she agreed that she really did look like a slut.
She heard the front door open and Graham came in. 'Well tell me about it' he said.
She looked at the clock and realised it was about time to go and said, 'I haven't got time to tell you now, quickly change and I'll tell you in the car. They went out to her car and got in. As she lowered herself into it her skirt rose up exposing her suspenders and stocking tops. She knew that any larger vehicle beside would be able see everything. This thought only made her more aroused.
It was only a short drive to the hotel that she knew so well. She parked in the car park and they walked into the hotel. As they walked across the foyer and headed to the bar she realised that several men, and a few women, couldn't take their eyes off her stocking clad legs.
They walked into the bar and sat at a table. She suddenly realised that she didn't even know who she was meeting and certainly didn't know what he looked like. After a few minutes a well dressed gentleman walked into the bar. She looked up at him and knew instantly this was the man she was due to meet.
He went over to her and held out his hand and said, 'It's Amy and Graham, isn't it, I'm your Master.'
'Now come with me, we can't possibly sit there,' he said.
They got up and followed him towards a quiet corner. 'Sit there,' he said, pointing to the couch with her back to the wall with a table in front of her. 'You need to be facing into the room as you'll be exposing yourself to anyone standing in front of the table.'
Amy sat down and Graham sat next to her. Master Roger said, 'Pull your skirt up, I want you to expose your stocking tops and panties. Amy lifted her bottom and eased her skirt up.
Roger smiled and said, 'That's better, slut.'
He looked up and caught the eye of a young waiter. He came over to them. He was black and probably only about 18 or 19. As Roger started ordering drinks he just couldn't take his eyes of Amy. He realised that she was older than his own mother but just couldn't stop staring at her panties.
Roger said to the waiter, 'She's nice, isn't she, do you want to fuck her. I only have to tell her to and she will, or if you want she'll suck you off. Now go and get us three large glasses of Chardonnay and let me know your reply when you get back.'
