Herringbone’s My heart rate accelerated to a level I knew was dangerous. It even caused tinnitus to explode in my ears. But was I stopping? Miss said to go in, flirt, take someone into the bathroom, and record myself eating a stranger’s pussy. Here in my vanilla community, “everyone” knew that Herringbone’s was a lesbian bar. Something we talked about at barbecues, suggested as someplace to “check out” when we had a few t...

The Hotel The Summerland Hotel did not disappoint. We pulled in and I gave my key fob to the valet. Kayla already had her room key card, having come earlier to, as she said, prepare the room. In the car, she had told me to walk slightly behind her through the lobby and not make eye contact with anyone. I wanted to question her motivation, but a deeper part of me decided that she knew best. After the orgasm in the parking...

The next week I made it through the weekend without everything collapsing. My cheating husband, Wesley, was still asleep when I got home about six in the morning on Saturday. I had rounds at eight. Believe me, I wanted to stay in bed with Miss Kayla for the rest of the day as my own version of cheating, but she insisted I go home and do what I could to act “normal.” She spoke to me with a mix of authority and tenderness....

Herringbones (Continued from chapter one) I got myself a shot and headed towards the beautiful, bald, black woman. I could tell she was smiling through her dark eyes. I had chosen her, but she thought she had chosen me. My Miss wanted me to seduce somebody and eat their pussy in the bathroom, and I was ready to do it. I wanted to — I needed to do it. I tossed my shot back and stepped up to her. I had to be louder than I w...

New Emotions It was two hours before we took a break and that was only because the dog was whining to be let out. Maybe it was her mood, maybe it was being in my house, but her usual authoritative tone was missing. Sure, like any lover, she asked for certain things to be done, or increased, or moved. (Miss absolutely loved to have her perineum sucked hard. And I can’t believe I just wrote those words). But this was not ab...

The Un Ceremonies I don’t want to write about my collaring. It felt so intimate and personal that I want to keep it between Miss Kayla and me. Yes, I have written about our sexual and submissive relationship in vivid detail. That moment just feels…close to the heart. I will say that I wore it for an entire weekend and she used it to pull, push, and control. And I loved every second of it (and have since). I love to arrive...