Anthea is a 41 year old divorcee. She had been married for several years but in the end the marriage just sort of fizzled out and they went their own ways. She started to get involved in the local church and ended up helping Father James with the day to day running of things dealing with bookings and enquiries for weddings and christenings and general clerical duties.
She has always been a very dominant person but to look at her you would never in a million years believe that this was so. Her sex life when she was married was very much based round her dominant personality. Her husband was a very meek and mild man, so his submissive nature and her dominant side made for a very satisfying sex life.
Now that she is divorced she struggles to come to terms with not being able to express her dominant side but once a week or so she gets her bondage clothing out and wears it in the evening at home. After she's put on some heavy makeup with deep blue eye shadow and slutty red lipstick she is ultra horny and with the help of her nipple clamps and one of her many dildos and vibrators manages to give herself the orgasm her body so badly needs.
As she dresses herself she often thinks that the others at the church and particularly Father James would never believe she was this sort of person.
She is very attractive with shoulder length brown hair and is always demurely dressed. To everyone she knows she is Anthea but when she's in her dominant role she's 31 year old Cindy.
She had been having a fairly straight forward day at work doing the usual office jobs but suddenly she felt the weekly urges creeping up on her. The first sign was the hardening of her nipples and soon followed by the dampness in her panties. She knew straightaway that tonight was one of the evenings when she was going to be Cindy.
She finished work at her normal time and said goodnight to Father James who said, 'Goodnight Anthea, hope you have a good evening, have you any plans?'
'No, a quiet night in in front of the TV,' she replied.
Anthea smiled and said to herself, 'If only he knew.'
She took the short walk to her flat but before she started preparing her evening meal she took her bra and very damp panties off. She loved the feel of her hard nipples rubbing against her dress and before she dropped the panties in the dirty washing basket she held them to her nose and inhaled the musky aroma of her pussy.
For a moment she wanted to do more but she knew that if she ate first then she would have the rest of the evening to indulge her passion and take care of her sexual needs.
She finished eating and sat watching the news on TV and finished the glass of wine she had poured herself. She went into her bedroom and opened the wardrobe where she kept her 'Cindy' clothes. She put them on the bed and undressed. She put her hand between her legs and felt how damp she was. She just knew that it was going to be a good evening.
She put on her black pvc basque with the cut outs for her breasts and then she sat on the bed and pulled her black seamed stockings on and attached them to the suspenders hanging down from the basque. What she liked about this basque was that there were 6 suspender straps. She turned round and looked in the full length mirror and made sure the seams were straight. She then put on her favourite black open crotch panties. She liked these as she had easy access to her pussy although sometimes he liked to wear full panties and just pull them aside when she needed to.
Next came the shoes, a sexy pair of 5 inch red open toes sandals -- in her words -- 'her fuck me shoes.'
She sat down at the dressing table and put her make up on. First came the false eye lashes and mascara and lots of deep blue eye shadow. Then she picked up her lip pencil and outlined her lips and then drew a circle round her nipples. Her nipples were so hard and erect. She picked up her Revlon crimson red lipstick and liberally coated her lips and then filled in the circle round her nipples making sure they were well covered. She gave the lipstick a few moments to dry before coating first her lips with lip gloss and then her nipples. She admired herself in the full length mirror and felt as slutty as she looked.
By now her pussy was soaking wet and as she sat with her legs wide open she could smell her pussy juices -- once again she knew it was going to be a good night. Although she always satisfied herself well enough what she really needed was a man to dominate. She had often thought about maybe advertising on the internet or even going to a local hotel and trying to pick up a businessman but the potential dangers of meeting a stranger bothered her too much. So it was her fingers and toys that she had to make do with.
She took her collection of toys into the lounge and pugged her laptop into her wide screen TV and looked for one of her favourite domination videos. She loved seeing men tied and bound and being used for female pleasure.
She put the toys on the table and picked up the nipple clamps. Her lipstick coated nipples were very erect and hard and as she clamped one of her nipples she winced as the metal dug into her nipple but the pleasure soon outweighed the pain. She repeated the process with the other nipple and sat down on the sofa and started watching one of her favourite videos.
Her legs were wide apart as she slowly drew a finger back and forth along her slit which by now was soaking wet. Although she wanted to rub her clit she wanted the exquisite pleasure she was experiencing to last a lot longer. She reached for one her vibrators -- a plain black one but about 8 inches long and thick. She slowly inserted it inside her and was amazed how easily it slid all the way in. She flicked the switch on and loved the feel as the vibrations coursed through her sexual being.
She stared at the video on the TV and watched the leather clad dominatrix tormenting and punishing the pathetic man wearing ladies underwear. Oh how she wished she was that woman.
Although she knew she could cum instantly she always wanted the first orgasm to last a while and was happy to wallow in the pleasure she was giving herself. Her hands went up to her nipples and twisted the nipple clamps. The pain on her nipples was intense but very pleasurable.
Suddenly she heard the doorbell ring. Her heart missed a beat as she thought to herself 'go away, leave me alone'.
She switched the vibrator off and paused the video and sat quietly waiting for whoever it was to go away. The doorbell rang again and for longer.
Suddenly she heard Father James call out, 'Anthea, it's Father James, sorry but I need to see you urgently.'
Anthea panicked, 'Fuck it, she said under her breath.
She turned the TV off and took the vibrator out, stood up and grabbed the other toys and ran into the bedroom. She threw them on the bed and grabbed a dressing gown and wrapped it tightly around her.
As she opened the door she suddenly remembered her slutty appearance and clothing. But it was too late.
Father James was speechless as he looked at his young demure assistant dressed like a slut.
