My name is Mike Jensen. It was a Wednesday evening and I had stayed at work a couple of hours after my employees had knocked off for the day. A dinner and reception that I was attending were occurring this evening and I didn’t want to go home before the event.

It was close to the office and the thirty-minute drive each way home didn’t make sense. I sat in my office by myself and wished I had not agreed to attend, but since my company had been one of the major contributors to the youth organization that the event was benefiting, it was difficult to turn it down.

As I sat alone in my office my mind wandered to thoughts about my beautiful wife Sarah. It has been almost exactly one year since the tragic accident that had robbed me of the most vibrant, exciting, totally stimulating woman I had ever met. We had met during our sophomore year in college and dated throughout, I knew she was the person I wanted to spend my life with and knew she felt the same way about me.

We were married months after completing our undergraduate schooling together and spent the early part of our marriage establishing ourselves in our chosen careers, Sarah had studied nursing and loved her job at a medium-size urgent care facility. It was big enough that everybody did not know everyone’s full life story but small enough to provide a great environment at which to work. My chosen field was law and I went to law school immediately and finished on time and passed the state bar exam on my first attempt.

Our married life was really amazing and it felt like the honeymoon was a blissful four years long. Sex was frequent and though we would love to have had children, doctors informed Sarah she was not capable of getting pregnant, so we made the tough decision to remain childless. This gave us lots of time with each other and we spent a lot of that time having sex. We also traveled when we could and had sex in some great places.

Sarah was an enthusiastic, creative and often sultry lover. To me she was the most beautiful woman in the world, she was confident and comfortable in her own skin. Not a stunning beauty that would grace the pages of high fashion magazines, she had shoulder-length blonde hair that she kept neatly trimmed. Her face was almost cherubic, attractive and innocent and her lips were soft and I loved kissing them.

Her figure was excellent and she maintained it with regular exercise and a well-balanced diet. Her breasts were a perfect thirty-four C cup and had perky nipples that became erect in cold weather or when I ran my tongue over them and took them in my mouth.

But her most wonderful feature was her vagina. I could spend hours with my mouth and tongue attached to her pussy. Her taste was amazing and the lips that surrounded her vulva were something that I loved licking and sucking. My favorite position was lying in bed with her vagina pressed into my mouth.

This gave her the freedom to move her pussy where she wanted and I could concentrate on pleasuring whatever part she presented to me. It was common for her to cover my mouth and nose and while it made breathing difficult, I loved it and managed to not suffocate.

I’m a pretty average looking guy, or so I’m told. Certainly not unattractive, but not a stand out handsome guy. At five-feet-ten-inches I was in reasonably good shape with a flat stomach that I maintained by swimming four days a week and working out with weights another two times a week. I’m not a gym rat but I do keep myself trim. I still had all my hair and could easily pass for ten years younger than my age. Sarah loved my seven-inch cut dick, it wasn’t the thickest but had plenty of girth. She loved holding it in her hand and fondling it while she looked into my eyes.

 Her wonderful mouth was often wrapped around my member, bobbing up and down to drive me crazy with pleasure. Intercourse with Sarah was like we were made for each other.  She was often saying my cock hit her in exactly the right places and we spent many hours finding different positions to experiment with, she loved getting on her knees and having me pound her from behind doggy style.

I’m a little old fashioned and love good ole missionary but we tried all the positions we could. We fucked in the car, in the local park late at night on a blanket laid out where no one could see us, in our backyard, in the kitchen, in the bathtub and even sometimes in our bed.

Basically, the first seven years of our married life we were happy; no financial issues, we couldn’t get enough of each other. Life was good. Little did I know it was about to get even better.

Maybe it was a seven-year itch. I’m not sure what exactly I was detecting in Sarah, but she began to get more forceful and more controlling in our sex life. As I said my favorite position was her seated on my face, but now she began to grab my head and force her pussy into my mouth. Demanding that I pleasure her with my tongue and mouth, pressing her clit into my mouth. I really didn’t mind but there was a change in her attitude. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it but it was there.

We also began to introduce role-play into our sex life. She would wear her nurse uniform and I would be a patient that she had to take care of. She would take a very authoritarian role and order me to masturbate so she could verify everything was working properly. In another scene, I would play a district attorney who had brought her in for questioning. Her suspected crime was being a high-end call girl and I would extort her into undressing for me so I wouldn’t bring charges against her. It was a fun game. One of the standout things that happened in this scene once was she hissed at me:

 “You can lick my ass, Mr. District Attorney.”

Upon which, I grabbed her, sat her on my face and proceeded to push my tongue deep into her ass hole. This was really the first time we had done ass play but she squealed with delight and I knew this was going to become a regular part of our sex life. Sure enough, the next time she sat on my face she rotated her beautiful ass so her rosebud was poised directly over my mouth. She pressed down on my mouth and demanded I insert my tongue into her ass hole. I was in heaven.

On our eighth anniversary, we rented a suite at an upscale hotel downtown for the weekend. This was one of our favorite things to do, a new venue for us to fuck in. We arrived on Friday evening and after a few drinks, we filled the jacuzzi tub and spent the rest of the evening in the tub exploring each other’s body. 

Saturday morning, we had a late brunch and spent the afternoon shopping in the downtown department stores. We got back to the suite in the late afternoon, showered and went downstairs for an early dinner. Upon returning to the room Sarah disappeared into the bedroom and returned with three presents, a small one, and two larger ones. She held the small one out for me to open first.

But before allowing me to open it, she looked deeply into my eyes.

 She said, “You know that I love you with all my heart and that I only think of doing things that will please you?”

 “Of course, I know that and I feel exactly the same about you,” I responded.

I had a funny feeling about this present and I asked her if I should open it. She smiled deeply and encouraged me to do so. I removed the wrapping paper to reveal what looked like a largish necklace box. Looking at her in the eyes, she nodded her approval to keep going. I lifted the lid from the box and opened the paper covering its contents. Nestled in the remaining paper was a leather collar. It was about an inch thick and had metal clips at various points on its circumference. I was a bit stunned by the collar and I looked into Sarah’s eyes.

She spoke softly to me, “I’ve been doing some thinking about us, our lives are wonderful but I’m worried we are going to become stale. I want to ensure that we continue to have this amazing thing together and want you to consider becoming my submissive. I’ve given this considerable thought and I believe that you will thrive in this role. I am the more dominant person in our relationship and I feel that you would excel in a submissive role.“

She reached into the box and removed the collar. Next, she buckled it around my neck.

“This only has to be between us, when we are in public there will no change in our external appearance, but at home, you will be my submissive.  I will train you with my needs, but of course, I will see that your needs are met. I will take care of you and ensure that you are never harmed or humiliated,” Sarah said gently into my ear.

I was more than a little stunned.

I said, “But I thought our sex life was fabulous?”

“It is,” she said, “but I want to make sure it continues to grow.”

I began to feel a stirring deep in my loins and my cock began to grow despite my inner confusion. She pulled me from the bed I was sitting on and had me look at myself in the room’s mirror. The sight of me in my robe, wearing the collar only heightened the excitement of my now throbbing member. Seeing this her eyes began to twinkle and she led me back to the bed where the other presents were.

“Open them,” she said.

I removed the outer packaging of the next box and opened the lid to find a pair of wrist cuffs. Once again, she removed them from the box and lovingly fastened them to my wrists.  Then she opened the last box to reveal a pair of ankle cuffs that she removed and fastened to my ankles. Sarah removed my robe exposing my throbbing erection and pushed me back on the bed. The bed had a four-poster frame and she produced some sashes she had packed and proceeded to tie my wrists and ankles to the four posts. Once I was secured to the bed, she grasped my bulging cock in her hand.

“Whenever you are wearing your collar you will address me as Mistress,” she ordered.

What could I say, she had me completely in her control.

“Yes Mistress,” I said.

She now placed her beautiful mouth over my engorged cock and proceeded to bob up and down bringing me into exhilarating pleasure, my orgasm rising within me. She sensed my closeness and she stopped her bobbing and grasped my dick with one hand, clenching tightly.

“I will decide when you get to cum from now on,” she said firmly.

She then removed her own robe revealing that body I loved so much and climbed on the bed so her wonderful pussy was positioned over my face. She lowered herself on to my eager mouth and tongue and grasped my head in both hands.

 “Eat my pussy, make me cum,” she commanded.

I did as I was ordered since I was tied securely to the bed and she was soon panting as she reached her climax. My face was covered in her juices and she continued to hold my head against her cunt. I continued to lick her wonderful pussy and she quickly came again. She released my head and reached around and found my dick and then returned her mouth to it. I was in complete ecstasy and she was engulfing my cock with her wonderful mouth.

As I neared release once again, she removed her mouth and shifted so her pussy was now directly above my dick. Aiming my throbbing cock at her pussy she sank to the hilt so I was now buried in her, my balls feeling her ass pressing down on them. She began to bounce up and down the length of my shaft, that wonderful tight love tunnel driving me further into blessedness. She bent over and began to kiss my face.

She whispered into my ear, “How do you like this so far?”

All I could do was moan as my pulsating erection probed her wonderful twat. She began to nibble my ear.

“Do you agree to be my submissive?” she asked softly and stopped her bouncing.

“Yes, don’t stop! Anything you want,” I screamed.

She began her up and down motion again and I exploded into her waiting pussy. It was like no orgasm I had ever experienced. I felt ropes and ropes of cum rise from me into that tunnel of pleasure. So maybe she had me in an unfair position and I agreed under duress, but thinking it through, why not give it a try?

She lay on top of me as I shuddered repeatedly from the wonderful feelings that I had experienced and we slowly came down from our ecstasy.  As the waves of pleasure settled through me I sensed a new desire for this woman. We began to talk in whispers as we discussed the outline of our new roles.

We agreed that this was something we would keep in our bedroom and she also said that after six months if I wanted out of the arrangement then we would revisit the decision. She explained that she was giving me a role that would further secure the bonds of our love and that pleasing me was her goal.

How could I refuse this woman? She was everything to me and if this pleased her then I was willing to see it through.

And so began our life of Dom and submissive. Probably not the way I had envisioned the roles but as the days wore on and we became immersed in this new dimension to our relationship our love grew even more. Now at night when we were at home, Sarah would have me put on my collar and join her on the couch. It always began with us discussing the scene for the evening and Sarah began to assert her control over me. She began slowly.

I became a slave to her pussy and she made me service her love hole whenever and where ever she wanted.  Sarah began to bring home more toys for us to play with in our new roles. We spent hours online looking for even more additions to our growing collection. She found new ways to restrain me, tied to a chair, attached to a recently acquired spreader bar, kneeling in front of her with my hands cuffed behind my back, the list seemed endless. We installed hooks in our ceiling that she could attach me to.

This allowed her to spank me, first with her open palm and then with other instruments such as a paddle and a switch. She only spanked me when she needed to address some behavior and it was always done lovingly. I remember one time she came home early from shopping and found me masturbating. She came to where I was sitting in our bedroom and ran her hands up and down my body while I finished the task at hand.

“Cum in your hand and don’t lose a drop,“ she ordered.

“Ok,” I was able to stammer out as I came in my hand.

“Put your hand to your mouth and lick up every bit. Swallow everything,” she commanded.

I did as she ordered. This was something I had never done before and she made sure I cleaned my hand entirely. She then tied me to the ceiling hooks and put my legs in the spreader bar. Once restrained, she gave me the hardest spanking with her hand and paddle that she had given me to date. Throughout the punishment, she reminded me that she was in control of my orgasms and that from now on I was to ask her permission before I could masturbate myself.

The next day she came home with a cock cage that she locked to my penis. She would unlock it before I went out of the house but when I was in the house I was to wear the cage.

The first year of this new relationship passed quickly. I had to admit that the sex with Sarah had become much more intense and pleasurable than our first years of marriage. The amazing thing was the frequency of our fucking went up, as this insatiable woman that I loved so much explored her dominant side.  As part of my worship of her pussy, she began to have me service her after she had peed in the bathroom.

“This is my nectar and I am sharing it with you to further tighten the bonds between us,” she would repeat to me.

I actually came to enjoy the task and began to crave the “nectar” from her hole. She began to talk about having me take her whole nectar stream and we discussed how to make this happen.  Our ninth anniversary was fast approaching and Sarah informed me that we would celebrate this year at home. By now we had a fairly sophisticated dungeon in our spare room with a wide assortment of toys and implements.

Sarah had assembled a variety of toys including a series of butt plugs that she had begun using on me. I never knew I had such an affinity for having my asshole probed and the nurse in Sarah was very comfortable inserting these objects into me. We started with small, thin ones but she slowly stretched my anus so that it could accept fairly large plugs and dildos.  She really enjoyed having a large plugin my butt while she rode my face to orgasm. I found it greatly heightened my pleasure when she allowed me to cum and my fondness for them grew.

It was the night of our ninth anniversary and Sarah said she had a special night planned for us. It began with me putting on my newest collar a gift from Sarah to celebrate our new life.  She led me to our dungeon and restrained me by attaching my wrists to our ceiling hooks and then attaching my ankles to the spreader bar. She then took my cock in her mouth and brought me to an enormous erection. At this point, she left the room and left me alone with my cock at attention. She returned dressed in a sexy red teddy and nothing else.

She leaned over and began to kiss my lips, my face and my neck and asked if I was ready for my surprise. Before I could respond she went to the door and said something to someone outside. In to the room walked her close friend Annie, dressed in an identical red teddy. Sarah rubbed her hands on my chest.

She whispered, “Don’t worry Annie is sworn to secrecy and is eager to see my submissive.”

Annie walked over to us and asked, “Can I touch that fabulous dick?”

“Absolutely,” Sarah responded.

Annie reached out and took my dick in her hand and fondled it and then bent down and kissed it on the head. Sarah reached out and took Annie’s hand and led her to the bed nearby. She then leaned over and kissed Annie squarely on the lips. Annie returned the kiss and the two of them began a slow, erotic scene that had my Sarah removing the teddy from Annie and exploring her lovely breasts with first her hands and then her mouth. Annie moaned and pushed my Sarah on to her back on the bed and slowly removed the teddy from Sarah and began returning the attention to Sarah’s perfect breasts.

From there, Annie licked her way down to Sarah’s pussy and gave that love hole a tongue lashing that resulted in Sarah writhing in pleasure. They soon changed positions and Sarah was slurping at Annie’s pussy. Annie soon came in an explosive orgasm at the hands of my wonderful wife.

All this time I was watching my beautiful wife having sex with her best friend from my restrained position. My cock was straining for attention and I could only wonder where my wife had learned this behavior. The girls now released me from my restraints and moved me to the bed where they attached my cuffs to the posts of the bed.

Annie positioned her pussy above my rock-hard dick and slowly slid down its length so that I was completely engulfed in her wonderfully tight cunt. Sarah meanwhile moved her hips above my face and planted her pussy on my mouth. I licked her clit and pussy furiously while Annie bounced up and down on my throbbing cock.

This lasted a few minutes and then they switched places with Annie now riding my face. Annie shifted her hips so that her asshole was above my mouth and Sarah told me to tongue her ass. These two girls had me in complete control and they switched positions several times before they both began to orgasm. Sarah was on my dick and I could not take anymore and exploded what felt like gallons of cum into her tight pussy. When both girls had exhausted their orgasms, Sarah moved up and placed her pussy above my face.

Her hole was dripping wet with my cum and it was leaking into my mouth. She then pushed down onto my face and commanded me to clean her. I eagerly took all of my cum from her pussy and continued to lick her labia and clit until she shifted her asshole over my mouth and I was forced to lick her asshole while she and Annie shared an intense kiss.

The girls released my restraints and we fell into a three-way embrace on the bed. Sarah asked me how I liked her anniversary present and I could only moan my appreciation. After a short rest period, Sarah pulled me off the bed and tied me across an ottoman so that my ass was hanging in the air. She then asked Annie if she would like to spank my ass.  She said it was an anniversary spanking to show Annie that I was her devoted submissive.

Annie began with her open palm and then selected one of the paddles from our collection and gave my ass a thorough spanking. When she was finished she placed kisses on my red hot ass and said she would welcome the chance to come back and play with Sarah and me.

For the next six months, Annie was a regular guest of ours and we usually ended up in the dungeon where the girls would restrain me while they played with each other. One night, Annie showed up wearing a strap-on that she used to fuck Sarah. Sarah then put the strap-on and tied me over the ottoman once again.

She warmed me up with a butt plug and a dildo and then with a little more lube placed the head of the strap-on against my hole. With one swift movement, she buried the full seven inches of the strap-on in my ass. She lay there with her woman dick in my butt for a few minutes, giving me a chance to get used to it, and then began to stroke in and out of my ass.

Annie moved next to us and reached under me and began fondling my raging hard-on. Sarah began to fuck me harder and Annie stroked my rigid pole to match Sarah’s pounding of my ass. I could feel my cum rising and with a yell came in Annie’s hand. She captured as much of my cum as she could hold and forced me to lick her hand clean.  Sarah convinced Annie to leave the strap-on in our dungeon and it became an integral part of our playtime with Sarah fucking me with it often.

Our ninth year of marriage continued our dominant-submissive lifestyle with Sarah getting more accustomed to the dominant role. She began to discuss bringing another couple into our relationship. She seemed keen on expanding our play and even began talking of attending parties geared around dominant submissive play.

I was reluctant to go out in public, but she assured me it would only be at the party and only with other people committed to the lifestyle like us. I was amazed at the transformation of my beautiful wife and could not help but wonder where she came up with her knowledge of the D/S lifestyle. Our ninth year was passing fast and we were continuing to grow in this newfound life.

Then it was over in a minute. A phone call that no one should ever have to receive. On the phone, a policeman said there had been a horrific automobile accident. I was stunned, as the voice on the other end of the phone said I needed to come down to the hospital. I’m not sure how I got to that hospital and I don’t remember the officers who led me into the room to identify my wife. But there she was covered by a sheet.

They exposed her face and I nearly fainted. My Sarah was lying on the hospital table not breathing, not moving, gone. I was in a daze. I don’t remember going home. I really can’t remember anything for the six months after her death.

There was a funeral, her family was there, my family was there but I don’t recall anything spoken to me or if I even spoke to them. My wonderful Sarah was gone. I threw myself into my business. Annie came over a couple of times but all we could do was mourn our loss. The light in my life, in my entire being, had been extinguished. I wasn’t sure I even wanted to go on.

Thankfully, my law business responded and grew and the people in the business looked to me for direction and I was saved by this. They needed me to be strong and it started to pull me out of my deep depression. The business thrived and I began to believe that I might come out of my funk. So here I was, almost one year after Sarah’s death, on my way to the first public event I’d been to since. I was still a bit wary of public scenes but as I pulled my car up to the venue I steeled myself and entered the large hall where the event was being held.

It wasn’t a large crowd, a hundred people maybe. I recognized some faces, fellow businessmen and women from the community. I accepted a glass of wine from a waiter and drifted through the people. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a blonde-headed woman that made me think of Sarah.

I shook my head as visions of Sarah roared through my brain. I managed to find my way to my assigned table and sat down as people began to take their seats for the planned ceremony. As the man to my right took his seat, I glanced at his name tag and introduced myself. We exchanged a few pleasantries and as I turned to see who was sitting down to my left it was the blond-headed woman I had glimpsed earlier.

She was beautiful and wore her hair much like my Sarah. I noted her name, Carol, from her name tag and introduced myself. I could see she resembled Sarah but was probably ten years older. Still lovely though and she greeted me with a beautiful smile.  We chatted briefly and she leaned close to me.

“I knew your Sarah, and I am so sorry for your loss," she whispered.

Somewhat at a loss for words, I directed my attention to the speaker now taking the podium. He began his prepared remarks thanking the generosity of those in attendance. As he began recognizing people for their contributions, I felt a hand on my thigh. I listened to the speaker continue his remarks and the hand slowly made its way to my groin. Sneaking a look to my left, Carol greeted my look with a beaming smile

“I hope you don’t mind if I get to know you a little better?” she whispered.

My head was swirling as her hand began to fondle my member through my pants. My cock began to respond to her continued stroking and I found my self riveted on the speaker. Dinner was served and Carol had to use her hands to make an appearance of eating the meal. The dishes were soon cleared away and Carol was now free to use her hand to explore my cock in earnest. She was able to unzip my pants and reach her hand into my briefs and remove my dick from its hiding place. At this point my erection was intense and she leaned over closer to me.

“I think we should take a break before the crowd gets a head start,” she whispered hoarsely into my ear.

With that, she folded my cock back into my briefs, zipped my zipper and rose and headed for the door. Giving her a good head start I leaned to my right and asked the man next to me where the restroom was. I then rose and headed in that direction but found my way to the exit where Carol was waiting. She said her car was parked nearby and I should follow her home.

Finding my car, I followed her through town. She led me to a high-end part of town and turned into a gated driveway that opened as her car approached. I followed her through the gate and found myself in a huge estate with beautiful grounds and a massive home at the end of a large circular driveway. Carol pulled her car into one of the many garages and I parked and met her in the garage.  She grabbed my hand and led me into the house. Or should I say mansion? It was huge, at least ten thousand square feet.

Carol quickly pulled me to a huge master bedroom. She kissed me as she shut the door behind us and said to make myself comfortable.  There was a sitting area near a large set of windows and I took a seat there. Carol returned shortly with a bottle of wine, wearing a negligee that revealed a well-maintained body that had my cock straining to free itself. She sat in the chair next to me and poured us each a glass of wine.

I asked her how she knew Sarah and she gave me the history of how she had met Sarah right before our marriage on a fitness retreat. She and Sarah had been roommates on the retreat and Sarah had told her of upcoming marriage and Sarah’s desire to see that our marriage did not become boring. Sarah asked Carol about her marriage and what she did to keep the fires burning. Carol looked me in the eye and said that she told Sarah about her own marriage and how she and her husband had found a way to keep their relationship invigorated.

Carol said that she and Sarah had maintained a friendship after the retreat and they often corresponded through email. As Carol talked, she left her chair and came to sit beside me on the carpet. She continued to talk and began to run her hands up my legs finally finding my rising member. Carol told me how she had learned of Sarah’s passing and that she was glad that she had finally met the man that Sarah had committed to spending her life with.

She now began to remove my pants and briefs so she had full access to my roaring erection. She took in both hands and stoked it and then placed her mouth over the head began giving me an intense blow job. Sensing my oncoming orgasm Carol rose from her seat on the floor and went to the far side of the massive bedroom.

When she returned she was carrying a collar.  I was speechless until she told me that she and her husband were in a D/S relationship but her husband was the dominant. She told me how during her discussions with Sarah she told Sarah about their roles and how it had added to their marriage in ways that kept it vibrant.

Sarah had told Carol that she could not be a submissive but instead leaned to the dominant role. Carol and her husband began coaching Sarah in becoming the dominant in her relationship. How it began with a collar and the willingness of the submissive to please their dominant. Carol now reached up and buckled the collar around my neck.

Carol said, “I knew you were Sarah’s submissive; it was I who introduced her to this lifestyle.  I am a submissive also and it has kept my marriage strong and growing for over twenty years. Sarah believed that this lifestyle would bring the same result to your marriage. We have watched you two grow so much. We had been discussing with Sarah a couple’s get together and it was planned for your tenth wedding anniversary, but that did not come to pass.  But now we are here and I want you to meet my master, who pleases me every day.”

She then took my hand and led me to the huge bed in the room. It was outfitted with wrist and ankle cuffs and she removed the rest of my clothing and placed me on the bed. Then she attached the cuffs to my wrists and ankles. She climbed on the bed and began stroking my dick and was soon giving me another amazing blow job. At this point, I heard a door close in another part of the house close and Carol lifted her head from my crotch and told me the master was home. A look of apprehension came over my face and my hard-on started to sag, here I was in another man’s house naked, being tended sexually by his wife. Carol, noted the look on my face and smiled.

"It’s ok, Master is aware of where I was going tonight and the mission I was on,” she said, “He is completely supportive of this behavior. You see we have been watching you discreetly the past year and were concerned about how the loss of Sarah could have been overwhelming to you. We are pleased that you seem to be coming out of the mourning process, but we were never able to fulfill Sarah’s desire to meet with you both. So Master and I decided to reach out to you and see if we could revisit Sarah’s wish. We had to wait though, because you were obviously depressed and who wouldn’t be with the loss of someone so important in your life."

She continued, "But the public event tonight set the stage for a meeting and Master and I arranged that I would be seated next to you. Master encouraged me to convince you with whatever means I needed to bring you here so we could meet you in a proper setting. So please relax, we are excited to finally have this opportunity. Don’t you think I did a great job getting you here? I know I enjoyed it very much and Master will be so pleased.”

I was speechless listening to Carol’s story. This explained a lot, especially how Sarah had become a dominant and her knowledge of how to train me in my submissive role. She had Carol and her Master providing instruction and support. These thoughts were filling my brain when the door opened and a man entered the room closing the door behind him. Carol immediately went to him and kissed him and kneeled before him.

He smiled at her and observing my prone, restrained position complimented her on her successful mission. He was a handsome man, ten to fifteen years older than me. He was about six feet tall and trim. He had dark brown hair, with some gray at his temples that made him seem distinguished.

Pulling Carol to her feet, they both approached the bed where I was lying and sat on opposite sides of me. Master ran his hands down my body from chest to navel, then rubbed my legs from hip to ankle. I had never had any experience with a man but his hands set my body tingling.

“Please stay calm,” he said to me. “We’ve been waiting so long to meet you and I’m so glad that Carol was able to convince you to come home with her. Of course, her charms are hard to resist when she wants something and meeting you was one of her priorities.”

He then began removing his clothes exposing a well-tanned chest with a smattering of chest hair. Removing his trousers and briefs he exposed tanned legs and a nice bubble ass. I found myself getting aroused looking at his body and wondered what was happening to me as my cock began to strain again. Master noticed my dick’s reaction and smiled at me.

“It looks like you might like what you see,” he said.

“Have you been with a man before?” he asked me.

 I shook my head no and he smiled again.

“Well maybe we can change that,” he said.

This was crazy I thought, I’ve never been attracted to men and I started to protest, but he reached down and took my member in his hand and began to stroke it with a softness that surprised me. The protest died in my throat as my dick took over throbbing under the attention, he was giving me.  Master began to use his other hand to rub my chest, my face, my legs. He took my swelling balls in his hand and massaged them. Suddenly with no warning Master leaned over and licked the head of my pulsating cock.

I was stunned at the effect that had on me; it was so sexy.

He spoke, “You have a very nice dick and I can see why Sarah was so happy. I’m going to share with you the pleasure that one man can give to another.  This is a training moment for you and I’m looking forward to this.”

With that, he engulfed my raging hardon in his mouth and began bobbing up and down. My ecstasy was unbelievable, this man was pleasing me in ways that I could not imagine. He took his time, licking my shaft from top to bottom, licking the tip which was oozing pre-cum, he licked my balls and took them into his mouth.

Finally, he began bobbing in earnest and my orgasm roared through my body. I began releasing streams of hot cum into his mouth. He never blinked, he took the entire load, swallowing every drop. As my body began to return to normal after the amazing blow job I had just received.  Master moved his face near mine.

 He said softly, “That wasn’t so bad now was it?”

I could only moan my answer. He leaned over and kissed me on the lips, I met his tongue with mine. What was I doing, my brain kept asking? I’m being seduced by a man and I love it. My thoughts whirled through my head and I wanted nothing more than to return the pleasure to this man, the pleasure he had shared with me.  Carol was smiling from ear to ear and she came around the bed and took Master’s cock in her mouth while we finished our kiss.

To be continued.