It was Monday morning.
Alan had left to go to the office, as he usually did on a working day.
The only thing that wasn’t usual today was that he would be sitting wearing a chastity cage all day.
“I wonder what it will feel like,” Emma said to herself with a wicked smirk on her face.
Because she had completed some work on a report yesterday, Emma had finished all her tasks by noon, so had the rest of the day to herself. She sat at her desk and logged on to the laptop. Browsed sites advertising BDSM/Bondage equipment for sale, by mail order. She decided on a particular company that seemed to have everything she could possibly need, plus so much more. Emma was amazed by some of the objects for sale. ‘There must be Doms who have a really mean streak,’ Emma thought.
The more she scrolled through the pages of items, the more she relished the thought of herself as a true Mistress. Could Emma be this cruel to the man who she still loved with all her heart, despite his vile indiscretion?
As she tapped another key, the screen brought up a new page, one showing clothing befitting a true Dominatrix. There were costumes and outfits to suit every occasion. Her eye was caught by a black basque, one that allowed the top of the breasts to show, but the nipples were hidden. Suspenders hung down, ready to be attached to sheer black stockings, with a black seam up the back, of course.
Emma was so enchanted by it she tapped a key, and it was in her shopping cart. More items followed: black panties of varying shapes and sizes, black stockings, black stilettos with five-inch heels and black cotton and leather gloves, that reached up to her elbows. Her cart was getting more full by the minute.
She broke off to have lunch.
When she came back, Emma decided to look at items and devices that could be used on Alan. The spiked cock ring had worked really well, so one of those went into the cart. Emma thought she had finished selecting Items, when another page came up, with something that grabbed her attention. It was called a ‘spanking and caning bench’. The poor soul was fastened by straps to his or her wrists and ankles. Another strap was passed over the middle of their back and secured under the bench to hold them in place. Their buttocks stuck up slightly giving the person administering the punishment uninterrupted access to that area of their body.
The description also said the bench was ideal for ‘pegging.’ Whatever that was, Emma wondered. It intrigued her so much she hit the buy key, and it became the final item in the cart. She then went to the purchase section and despite being shocked by the total amount she had spent, typed in her details and hit the ‘place order’ key. Typing ‘pegging’ into the browser, Emma saw that it meant fucking someone anally using a dildo. Was that something she could do to Alan, she wondered? Teach him what it felt like, to have something invade the most private area of one’s body.
When Alan arrived home from work, he knew exactly what was expected of him. He went upstairs undressed and came back down and into the lounge. He stood in the centre of the room wearing only his cage and collar. He awaited Emma’s instructions.
“As your culinary skills are lacking when it comes to an evening meal, I have decided today I will treat you. I have prepared dinner and I will cook it, but you will be learning how to cook for future meals.
"Until it is time to eat, I have a job for you. We have a double garage that we never put the car in, so I want you to move everything to one side so the other side is perfectly clear.
“Then, using the white paint I have had delivered, cover the entire wall with it. Then, using the roll of carpet we have stored in there, lay it out against the wall you have just painted. When you have finished, come and tell me.”
As Emma was getting ready to cook dinner, she couldn’t help a little smile as she thought about her husband getting a place ready that would be used to give him so much discomfort.
As Alan worked the brush over the wall with the white paint, he was thankful it was summer and quite warm in the garage. As there was no heating, doing this whilst naked in the winter would be very uncomfortable to say the least.
Alan finished his work, removed his slippers and went to find Emma. She was checking the food in the oven as he entered the kitchen.
“I have finished,” he informed her.
“You wait there while I go and inspect your efforts,” she ordered.
In the garage, all was as Emma had wanted. One-half full of the usual clutter, that most people store in there, the other half freshly painted, carpeted and perfectly clear, just waiting for her new purchases to arrive. She smiled in satisfaction. The idea of her being a true Mistress was growing by the hour.
Back in the kitchen, Alan was standing, arms by his side, waiting for her.
“Good, quite acceptable,” Emma acknowledged.
“Now go and shower. When you come back down, dinner will be ready."
After the dinner plates had been cleared away, Emma allowed Alan to sit on a hard dining chair and watch television with her. While she lounged in the comfort of the couch.
It was very quickly obvious to him, why Emma had chosen this particular movie to watch. The storyline involved a mature, oversexed widow guiding a young 20-something girl, into the pleasures of female-only sex. The side effect, though, was that Emma remembering her session with Mistress Jezebel, was getting more and more aroused.
Long before the movie ended, Emma took off her panties and told Alan to lie on the floor on his back. She got on her hands and knees, positioning herself so her pussy was over his mouth, and lowered her body onto his tongue.
“You can also use your hands,” she gasped.
Alan had also been aroused by the film, and eagerly ate Emma’s already wet pussy. Because she was on top, Emma was able to move, so the areas she wanted licked and sucked would be in reach of his eager tongue. She could also press her genitalia harder onto his mouth to get an extra sensation. All the time his fingers were touching, caressing and even entering areas that made her gasp. As his fingers probed into her entrance, and fingers on his other hand started to caress her anal opening, the heat in her pussy was making it harder to hold back. It was so intoxicating Emma wanted it to last forever. Soon she could feel her climax starting. It was deep inside her demanding release and fighting to win. She tried so hard to hold back to make this magical feeling last much longer.
Then! “OH MY GOD!” she screamed, as the sensation washed over her like a wave in a storm.
Gush after gush poured from her vagina. She did not even register poor Alan nearly choking under her. Eventually her orgasm subsided, into just a sensation between her legs it was difficult to describe. A feeling of fulfilment, of something achieved perhaps. Without thinking, Emma moved and kissed Alan passionately, on his lips and in his mouth. Tasting what she had just this minute released over his face.
“You can go and wash your face if you want,” she told him.
“No, I want to keep it all,” he said, “because it was part of you, and I still want to be part of you,” he replied with a small tear in his eye.
Emma hugged him to her, so he could not see the tears in her eyes.
“Why did you have to be so fucking stupid and risk all this?” Emma whispered into his ear.
“I know, and that is why I am prepared to do whatever it takes to win back your faith in me,” he said.
Emma was so tempted to remove his cage and let Alan fuck her senseless. But she remembered Jez telling her there would be times like this, when she needed to be strong and stick to her plan. So she stood up and told Alan to go to bed before she was tempted again.
As Emma walked up the stairs, she decided her vibrating dildo would have to do the job tonight. Although it would never be an alternative to a good hard cock.
The rest of the week passed with a more subdued mood between them. During the evenings, Emma helped Alan improve his cooking skills. She showed him how to make a perfect omelette, how to cook a chicken correctly, so there were no raw, uncooked areas to cause severe food poisoning. She even allowed him to wear an apron after some hot fat had hit his chest and burnt him.
He continued to wear his collar and chastity cage and nothing else. The only time he was allowed to be without the cage was when it was removed so his cock could be washed. Emma was always there to ensure it was not played with. His collar could be removed for showering and going to the office.
—-000—
It was Friday, early in the afternoon. Emma was sitting at her desk working on the laptop when the doorbell rang. A little annoyed at the interruption, she went to see who had disturbed her concentration.
When she opened the door, a young man was standing there. A white van was parked at the kerb behind him. He was early 20s, she guessed, not as tall as Alan, about 5 feet 10 inches, Emma surmised. A good figure on him, looking past the tatty old T-shirt he was wearing. Well-worn denim shorts showed off his suntanned muscular legs. His trainers looked brand new and not a cheap knock-off. He had a mess of natural blonde hair with no obvious style to it. But his face, ‘oh my God’ Emma thought. His handsome ruggedness was enchanting. You could even use the phrase ‘a bit of rough’ about him. A high forehead, perfectly formed nose and cheeks, eyes that could undress you with one glance. Then his lips, wide but perfectly formed just aching to be kissed. Emma didn’t want to just kiss them, she wanted to open them and crawl inside. He was without a doubt an orgasm on legs!
Then he spoke.
“Morning, luv, got an order for ya,” he said in his broad North of England accent.
The mood should have been shattered, by the way he spoke. But it had a rough honestly about it in keeping with him and the way he looked. Emma was entranced. Immediately, she realised there was chemistry between them. The way he smiled at her as if she was the only woman in the world.
“Couple a things bit big ta shift on me own. Lend us a ‘and luv, will ya?”
This woke Emma from her daydream. She said, “Yes, of course, let me open the garage doors.”
She went into the garage and pressed the switch that opened the main doors. Then went out to the van. One box was long and heavy, and taking one end each, they hauled it into the garage and laid it on the floor. The other large item was not as heavy, more of a cube-shaped box. Again, they took it and put it on the garage floor.
“‘Bout arf a dozen packages left,” he said, “but I can shift ‘em meself,”
“Thanks,” said Emma, smiling at him.
“You look very hot. Would you like a cold drink when you have finished?”
“That’ed be champion, luv,” he replied.
“OK then,” she said, “come through to the kitchen when you have finished.”
In the kitchen, getting a drink from the refrigerator, Emma’s brain was in turmoil. She had a huge dilemma forming in her mind. She had realised this young man was so different from Alan, yet there was something about him she wanted. His ruggedness, his casual self-confidence, even the way he spoke made him so desirable. Was she being a hypocrite, wanting to do the very thing Alan was being punished for? Could she have sex with this young man with a clear conscience? What if he was gay, had a girlfriend or wife? Or just turned her down. Then the choice would be out of her hands. She would see how things progressed.
He came into the kitchen and said, “It’s all in the garage now, luv, un I’ve pressed the button to close the doors.”
“Oh thank you,” Emma said. “Please call me Emma instead of luv.”
“Ok and I’m Danny,” he replied.
“Let’s take our drinks and sit in the lounge, Danny,” she suggested.
When they were seated and enjoying a nice cold drink, Emma asked if he had any more deliveries today.
“Na you’re last un luv, sorry I mean Emma.”
“So, do you have a nice girlfriend or wife waiting at home for you?” she enquired.
“Na just me in me little flat,” he said
“That’s a shame,” Emma said. “A handsome guy like you going back to an empty flat.”
“Me, ‘andsome,” he laughed.
“Being handsome or beautiful comes in many different guises,” Emma said. “I have met some gorgeous women who were absolute bitches and handsome men who were repugnant pigs.”
“I knows exactly what ya mean,” said Danny.
Eventually, lust won the day. Emma knew in the morning she would be unable to look at herself in the mirror and not see the face of a hypocrite. A betrayer of conscience. A two-faced moron! The childish excuse, ‘well he did it first’ did not mitigate her action. But it was like an itch, that just had to be scratched. When you do something that you know could be a big mistake, but you still do it, anyway.
So she said to Danny, “May I do something for you as gratitude for helping with the delivery?”
“No need,” he replied. “Is part of me job, like.”
“I still want to,” Emma said as she stood.
She went over to Danny and, taking hold of his hands, pulled him into a standing position. She knelt down in front of him and started to unbuckle the belt on his shorts.
“You sure, you want to do this luv, er Emma, “Danny breathed.
“Oh, yes, I am very, very sure,” she said.
She pulled the zip down and inched both his shorts and briefs onto the floor. Emma noticed with a smile that this nice young man had even taken off his brand new trainers before entering the lounge. Danny tugged off his T-shirt, releasing a musky male, slightly sweaty aroma that Emma found so different from the usual clean, almost clinical smell when she had sex with Alan. This was more raw, almost unhygienic, and she loved it.
As Danny kicked his shorts and briefs away from his feet, Emma took his still not fully hard cock in her hands. As she kissed the tip, it started to grow and grow and grow! Her husband was well endowed, but this, this monster was huge. She didn’t even try to estimate the size; Emma was going to just enjoy every inch of it. He hadn’t been cut, so Danny had a beautiful foreskin that she could move along the length as she wanked him. He had pubic hair but kept it trimmed so hopefully no hairs in her mouth. When Emma finally tried to take him into her mouth, she very soon realised even if she took him into her throat, not all of Danny’s cock would be in her. So she concentrated on sucking and licking as much of this glorious manhood she could reach.
It seemed ages before Danny groaned, and Emma could feel his balls getting ready to send their sperm to his dick. So she got him on his back, quickly undressed herself and mounted him with her pussy over his mouth. She then went back to sucking him, but slower and more gently this time. Emma didn’t want him cumming just yet. In this perfect 69 position, her pussy was being eaten perfectly, lips, tongue and even teeth being used, to bring her arousal to an even higher level. When his teeth began to oh so gently nibble her clit, her whole body jerked, as if she had just received an electric shock.
Just when Emma thought Danny could do no more to her, his fingers began to explore that most intimate part of her body. Two long fingers probed inside her vagina, eliciting yet another gasp from Emma’s lips, as they went deep inside, touching her G-spot. He must have brought his other hand into play, because a very wet finger probed her anal opening, gentle at first, then more persuasive until it finally slipped all the way inside. Even then, his fingers did not stop. Both her pussy and bum hole were constantly being massaged. That was the last straw! Emma’s orgasm exploded. She came like a waterfall, all over poor Danny’s face. But instead of the poor guy choking on it all, he drank it in like it was pure nectar. His tongue still inside her, as if to pull out more of her delicious offerings.
‘How did this young man have so much experience at his age? They must teach them well up North.’ she thought.
When Emma thought she had enough of her own lubrication, she moved and mounted Danny cowgirl position. At first he entered her quite freely, but as more and more of him went inside her vagina, Emma had to slow down to give her pussy time to adapt to this monster filling her up.
His hands went to her breasts, and as he gently caressed her sensitive nipples with his thumbs, Emma reached up and pressed his hands harder onto them, encouraging Danny to put more pressure on her now very sensitive nubs. It was making her orgasm as never before, so the extra wetness from her cumming helped when she started to move up and down. Emma had lost count of the number of times she had cum, far more than ever with her husband. Yet, she still had not finished. At one point, she actually felt Danny was all the way inside her, and the feeling brought another gush from her very overstimulated body. Emma knew she would be very sore afterwards, but didn’t care one bit.
“Danny,” she said. “Sorry, but you can’t cum in me, so make sure you tell me before you do.”
“No problem,” he gasped.
After a few more glorious minutes of being filled like never before, Emma felt Danny starting to cum so climbed off him. She had lost count of how many time this gorgeous example of manhood had made her cum. As a reward, she took Danny in her mouth again, and licked and sucked hard until he shot a steady stream of semen into her mouth, and down her throat. Surprisingly, for the size of his cock, there was only a normal amount, and Emma swallowed it all without choking, which she feared might happen. She licked him clean, then lay there looking at him, as he got his breath back. ‘Was it worth becoming a hypocrite for? Too fucking right it was,’ Emma thought with a smirk.
At the door as they said goodbye, Emma’s parting words to Danny were, “If you ever make deliveries this way again, be sure to drop by.”
—-000—
After Danny had departed, Emma decided to shower. As she entered her en-suite bathroom, she glanced at the mirror. Instead of the look of a hypocritically guilty as hell person staring back at her, she looked radiant, satisfied, accomplished. The kind of look you had when getting your first A+ at school or finishing your first marathon race. Emma went into the shower with a skip in her step. She was having fun, and yes, she was loving it!
After towelling herself dry, Emma was about to put her clothes back on when an idea came into her head. She threw on a dressing gown and rushed downstairs. In the garage, she hunted through the recently delivered packages until she found the right one. Grabbed it and went back into her bedroom. Emma opened the brown box, giggling to herself, wondering if Danny knew what he was delivering.
On her bed, she laid out the contents: a basque, six pairs of panties, five pairs of sheer stockings, four pairs of elbow-length gloves and shoes with five-inch heels. All in black, of course. She knew they would all fit, because instead of the usual S, M, L, for sizes, Emma had been requested to put her dimensions on the order form. She had even given them both the length and width of her feet. She was just about to throw the box and wrappings on the floor, when Emma noticed another package. She could not remember placing another item on her order. Picking it up, she saw a label on the front.
It read:
Dear valued customer.
Thank you for your first order with our Company. We hope you enjoy using these products.
As a token of our gratitude, please accept this small gift.
John Fitzpatrick,
Customer Liaison Manager.
Emma tore open the plastic package to reveal a black bra with holes for the nipples to poke through. A pair of black panties with a slit up the front, for easy access, obviously. She giggled to herself as she imagined what her best friend Susan would say, if she saw her wearing them both at the same time. Also, poor Alan trying to get hard in his cage. This Dom thing was really bringing out a cruel streak Emma didn’t think she possessed. She was growing day by day into the role of a fully fledged Dominant Mistress. ‘Was that the correct term for someone?’ She thought.
Putting on the basque, panties that were so sheer you could see everything through them, gloves, black stockings and finally the black stilettos, Emma stood and looked at herself in the full-length mirror, a mirror they had hung so Emma and Alan could watch themselves as they writhed on the bed, lost in passion. Neither of them could ever have imagined Emma standing in front of it dressed like a Dominant Mistress.
As she approved of the look it gave her, one thing became instantly obvious. She would have to dye her hair black; no other colour would match the mood. The more Emma got into this mode, the more she liked her new life. Ironically, it had all happened because of Alan’s infidelity. When to let Alan see her looking like this was the next question? Not yet, Emma decided. She would wait for just the right moment. So she hung her new basque in the wardrobe and put the panties, stockings and bra in a drawer and the stilettos went onto the shoe rack. She went downstairs and waited for Alan to return from work.
Her husband came into the house and went immediately to his room. He came back down wearing just his collar and cage. He stood in the lounge in front of Emma and waited.
“I think,” she said to him, “you are ready to prepare dinner tonight.”
“We are going to have boiled new potatoes with mint, mixed salad and slices of ham. So, put your apron on and get started.
“I will be in the garage. Come and knock on the door when it’s ready. Don’t come in,” she said.
Alan said “yes” and went into the kitchen.
When Emma arrived in the garage, she started to unpack all her purchases. The first thing that surprised her was the quality, she half expected them to be cheap and tacky looking, but no, they appeared to be well made.
As she unpacked the items they were laid out on a worktop: A riding crop, whip, cane, cat-o'-nine-tails, paddle, ropes, chains, cuffs, stretcher bar, nipple clamps, weights and so much more. There was even a large wooden board on which to hang most things. She decided to drag a chest of drawers over from the other side and use that for storage. As Emma’s father was a very keen handyman, and she would help him sometimes, Emma knew how to use a saw, drill, screwdriver and whatever else was required. A knock on the door told her dinner was ready. She locked the door and put the key in her pocket.
During dinner, if Alan noticed Emma was distracted, he didn’t try to talk about it. She could not get Danny out if her mind. The feeling of his huge cock stretching her pussy was still with her. In fact she was getting wet again just thinking about it, but Emma managed to resist the urge to put her hand under the table and finger-fuck herself. Her mind was already thinking of a way to meet Danny again.
But tonight Alan was going to get a treat, albeit with an evil twist to it!
As soon as the dinner dishes were cleared away, Emma told Alan to go to his room and wait for her. She went into the garage and collected an item from her recent delivery. Emma went into her bedroom and took off her blouse and skirt. Put on a pair of black stilettos and went into Alan’s bedroom. As she stood there in just a black bra, panties and shoes, his face lit up like a Christmas tree, and his cock cage was jumping.
“Would you like to cum tonight?” she asked him.
“Oh, yes please, Mistress,” Alan said with glee.
“Even though there is an evil little twist to it,” Emma said with a smile, “do you still want to?”
Adam nodded his acceptance.
She went into the bathroom and returned with a towel and laid it on the floor next to the wall. Told Alan to stand on it with his back to the wall with hands clasped behind his back and not to move under any circumstances. Producing the key, Emma unlocked his chastity cage and, adding some lube to his cock, began to give it a massage. It steadily got bigger and bigger, harder and harder. She then produced the item Emma had retrieved from the garage. It was black, thick and resembled an elastic band. She stretched it over his cock and pushed it down to the base. Its purpose was to prevent the blood flowing back from his cock after he had cum, thereby keeping him erect.
Emma began to masturbate her husband. Holding him firmly, she worked his foreskin up and down his full length, but secretly wished it was Danny’s cock in her hand. Because he had been in his cage so long, it didn’t take long for Alan to cum, and he shot his entire load all over the towel. But that was not the end; this was the twist Emma had referred to. She did not stop, even after Alan had cum a second time. In fact, because of the band, Alan was still erect after his fourth climax, and his dick was by now getting more and more sore and red. But Emma kept wanking him until even the band could not keep him hard, and his erection soon disappeared. As Emma surveyed his now very small, very red, very sore-looking cock, she said, “I don’t think you will want to play with that tonight, so you can go to bed without the cage on it.”
Telling Alan to shower and then go to bed, she left and went into her own bedroom.
She took off her bra, panties and shoes, then lay on the bed naked. Reached into the drawer of her bedside cabinet and brought out her favourite vibrating dildo. Even though she was still slightly sore from Danny, playing with Alan’s cock had made her pussy quite wet, so no lube was required. As the sex toy entered her and started to buzz, her thoughts soon drifted to her session with Danny and his huge manhood. Just at the same moment as she could feel her orgasm starting, an idea came into her head on how she could see him again. Tomorrow morning she would put her idea into practice. But for now, Emma lay back on the bed and enjoyed the feeling of arousal as her dildo flicked at her clitoris and her orgasm began.
Next time: Emma gets more into her role as a Dominatrix and Alan gets caught out.
