Darren and Helen had been married for five years now and to say they were stuck in a rut would be an understatement. Their sex life that had once been an active if unadventurous one had now deteriorated to non-existent. After the birth of their daughter neither could say they’d kept the desire for one another a priority and slowly they’d dropped into a routine.
With the baby, Helen took maternity leave and after a long break only returned to work part-time leaving Darren as the main breadwinner. Originally he threw himself into his work to provide for his family but now it was an excuse to stay away. The late hours had at one time been truly worked and it had justified his promotion in the company. Now the late hours were spent drinking with his workmates deep into the evening.
When he returned home drunk stinking of booze it used to cause blazing rows between them but lately, she couldn’t even raise her voice. She was glad he was passed out asleep on the couch so she could look after the baby. Even the obvious spell of perfume on his clothes didn’t raise her anger anymore, they were welcome to him.
When they were younger they both kept in shape and had originally met at the gym, the physical attraction between them obvious from the start. The baby and his boozing lifestyle had ended either of their physicality and she felt undesirable and depressed.
Her brief days in the office did brighten things slightly, being back among the girls. For the first time in ages, she laughed out loud and her old self would peep through. But her demeanor worried her friends and as much as they inquired she always replied she was fine.
Catching her crying in the toilets was the last straw for her co-worker Lucy who pulled her into a private office and finally made her talk. The drudgery of her marriage, her depression after the baby, and the constant cheating of her husband spilled out. The tears fell as she explained how ugly and useless she now felt, forcing Lucy to hug her tightly.
Lucy plunged her hand deep into her handbag and produced a small card, “my friend got me in touch with this woman.” She passed it across to Helen, “her methods might be strange but meeting her was the best thing that ever happened to me.”
Helen peered at the card, ‘Miss Danvers Marriage Counsellor’. “Oh, I don’t think marriage guidance will help with us,” She tried to raise a small smile, “bit too far gone for that.”
“Oh she’s so much more than that,” Lucy gripped her hands. “I was in your position and she turned it all around, I’ve never felt happier and I really do owe it to her.” She wiped a tear away from Helen’s face, “please just visit her and give her a go, you won’t regret it.”
When she returned to her desk Helen popped the card into her purse and pondered over whether she should call. Later as she sat on the couch watching the soaps alone again, she vowed to see what this woman could rescue of her life.
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The house was not at all what she expected, an immaculate garden surrounded a quiet suburban house. More the home of an older aunt than a marriage expert, the large burly servant was also unexpected. She followed him and was seated outside a dark wooden door marked study, she felt like she was back in school awaiting the headmistress. Upon entering she stared at the woman before her, she had never seen a headmistress like this before.
She was striking, with long red hair cascading over her beautiful porcelain skin and red ruby lips, her piercing green eyes gave her goosebumps. When she rose to greet her she seemed even more magnificently tall, arousing but severe.
She reached a long delicate hand out to shake, “you must be Helen, I’m so glad you decided to come.” Her devilish smile arose, “I’m Miss Danvers.”
Helen felt her hand gripped tightly and was sure she trembled, “my friend Lucy recommended you highly.”
Miss Danvers returned to her plush leather chair, “such a lovely girl Lucy, so glad she’s doing well.” “We never advertise, were very exclusive, our business only grows from positive word of mouth,” her confidence oozed from within. She picked up a small handbell and shook it, the peal rebounding through the room. “Would you like tea?”
At the noise, the servant reappeared and after Helen’s nod of appreciation, he was sent again from the room. When he returned the conversation was confined to small talk and they settled down to drink their tea.
Miss Danvers leaned forward, “now Helen, tell me everything about you.” She stared unblinkingly into her eyes, “don’t miss out on anything, I want to know how you got to this point today.”
For how long she talked Helen could not say but the words flew from her. she felt safe and comfortable in her presence. Her bottled-up emotions exploded, the tears and anger she’d forced down emptied. Why she told a complete stranger all this she could not fathom but she felt elated that she had.
Miss Danvers picked her up in her arm and hugged her, so tightly she took her breath away. “You are so very special Helen and I will do everything in my power to make you understand that.” She held her face tightly in her hands, “we need to rebuild your confidence in yourself that he has taken away.”
“You see every marriage needs a leader, someone in control, and looking at your marriage neither of you takes the lead, You’re passengers on a long boring journey which you feel you cannot jump off.” She dangled her long smooth legs over the desk as she spoke, “In my opinion, the woman should always be in control, we are more naturally inclined that way. No matter what history has tried to distort.”
With her last word she dropped her heels to the floor and stood looking down on Helen, “but first we need to improve your life thoroughly, that includes diet and fitness.” She flashed her green eyes towards her, “when did you last go to the gym.”
Helen stuttered her answer up to her, “before the baby, over a year maybe two.”
Miss Danvers spun and flickered her long fingers through her Rolodex and produced another card, ‘Miss Danvers Female Only Gym.’ “Here, start tomorrow and ask for Cassie.” The enticing smile had returned, “she’s a lovely girl and she’ll soon have you back in shape.”
Helen was slightly shocked at the speed of the conversation, ‘but I have work and the baby.”
Leaning down Miss Danvers looked deep into her eyes, “I know exactly your working days and hours and I can give you the address of several reputable creches in the area who owe me a favor.” She tapped her gently on the nose, “stop looking for excuses and become the woman you deserve to be.”
At her touch, Helen’s face brightened, “Yes I will but what about my husband.”
“Let’s worry about Darren later, you are my main concern.” The red-haired woman lifted Helen to her feet, “I know you might be worried about the expense, I’m not cheap but that’s because I’m very thorough. I also guarantee if I don’t succeed I will half the cost.”
Helen swayed on her feet, she felt like she was in the middle of a whirlwind and its name was Miss Danvers.
“Now I fully expect to hear a glowing review of your first day from Cassie,” Miss Danvers hooked her arm around her waist as she maneuvered Helen to the door. “Once we have you feeling fitter I’ll be back in touch.”
Once the fresh air hit Helen she felt like she’d stepped out of a dream. The angst she held within had drained from her body and she felt excited for the first time in ages. Tomorrow she could leave the baby with her mum but she might have to ask about the creche if it goes well.
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As Helen entered the gym in trepidation her expectations were shattered again by the bubbly cute blonde who bounced towards her. “Hi I’m Cassie you must be Helen.”
At the strength of her grip, Helen winced slightly, “hi yes Miss Danvers sent me.”
With a flash of her million-dollar smile, Cassie flicked her long blonde hair, “oh I know, I work here full time as a personal trainer but any client of Miss Danvers goes straight to the top of my list.”
Helen returned the smile, “she does seem quite remarkable.”
“Oh you have no idea how surprising she can be,” Cassie bounded away laughing. “Come on let’s make a start.”
She gave Helen a quick tour of the premises, she stared in wonder at the brand new gleaming gym equipment. Never had she been inside a gym without men before and the atmosphere was so much more relaxed. Cassie caught on quickly, “it’s ok, this is a totally male free environment.”
“I know, it’s so quiet and relaxed,” Helen’s eyes darted all over the building.
“The only time men are allowed are on special occasions, purely for our entertainment.” The mischievous glint in Cassie’s eyes said more than words. She led Helen through to the changing rooms, “here’s your locker key, once your changed meet me out in the gym and we’ll get started.”
Last night was the first time she’d really closely observed her body since giving birth and it brought her to tears. She’d brought her most self-conscious gym clothes with her, hiding all the excess fat she’d accumulated.
As Helen stepped nervously from the changing room Cassie stood examining her outfit, “when I’m finished with you you’ll be training in nothing but a thong.”
The joke broke Helen’snerves, “sorry been so long since I did anything.”
Cassie hugged her hard, “don’t worry.” She dropped the scales in front of her, “step on babe.” Noting down the weight in her pad but never out loud, she showed it to Helen. “This is your weight today and I promise you each week we will see the progress and soon you won’t even need me.”
Cassie strutted ahead of Helen, her buns of steel swaying before her. “Now I’ll give you your daily routine and as we go on I’ll give you some extra techniques you may enjoy.” She stretched forward with her blonde hair touching the mat, “now get ready to sweat and ache.”
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Cassie had not lied, every inch of her body seemed to be sore. As she delicately placed herself in her office chair Lucy smiled over, “back in the gym, I know that feeling.”
Even smiling seemed to hurt, “yes first day with Cassie yesterday.” Helen whispered over, “she looks so sweet but she’s quite ferocious.”
Lucy laughed out loud, “she’s a fighter so I was told, she trains in martial arts.” “Better do as she tells you.”
Helen leaned close in, “did you go through this too.”
“God yes, sheer hell at first but the results are worth it,” Lucy stroked Helen’s face. “Seriously you’ll soon feel so much fitter and stronger.”
With a smile, Helen returned to her work, glad that typing didn’t require too much effort. Yesterday was her first exercise session and today is the first day of her healthier diet. Again it had been provided by Cassie and she hoped to prove she still had some self-control to follow it through.
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After week one Cassie showed her the change in her weight, already there was a drop and it boosted her determination. “Now I also want you to take a daily run, not long just an hour a day to burn that body fat.”
It wasn’t till the running that she fully realise how out of shape she had become, gasping like a geriatric. On her days off she could run anytime and still fit in her gym appointment but on her working days, she had to run in the evenings. Even then Darren had never come home early and found her missing, he barely noticed the change in her.
In the space of a few weeks, the change had become noticeable, friends commented on her appearance again. Lucy would smile over in work and nod appreciatively at her and men started to glance in her direction. Her mum had been a godsend throughout, looking after the baby which allowed her to exercise. She was happy to help as she could see her old daughter coming back to life.
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Alongside the exercise program, Miss Danvers had enrolled her in a course at the local college for ‘Female Empowerment and Assertative Training.’ It had clashed with one of her workdays but strangely she was allowed time off work to partake without any problems. Lucy sagely smiled when she heard, “Miss Danvers has tentacles everywhere.”
Where the exercise was for the body the class was purely for the mind and it educated her on the history of women, where the teaching in school placed women, and where they really should be. She felt stronger with each lesson and the camaraderie in the group made her proud to be a classmate.
With each passing day, she grew angrier with Darren’s behavior towards her and determined to put a stop to the quagmire they had dropped into to. Tired with the neglect of his husbandry duties, not just sexually, the house had started to look jaded and shabby. Rather than wait for him she set about redecorating without his input or opinion.
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It had been nearly two months since her last meeting with Miss Danvers and although Helen had definitely changed in appearance, she was as stunning to the eye as the first time.
She smiled her dazzling smile towards her embryonic guest, “well aren’t you looking fabulous.” Miss Danvers leaned closer over her desk, “I do hope you’re enjoying your courses because I’m only hearing good things about you.”
Helen blushed, “yes I really am.” She stopped short and slightly embarrassed replied, “but I’m afraid I threw him out after an argument.”
Miss Danvers deep laugh reverberated, “well that was only a matter of time and he did have it coming.” Her shark-like teeth nibbled her ruby red lip, “so far we’ve concentrated on making you the woman you should be, the next step is making him the man he should be for you.” “If you still want him?”
She pondered slightly longer than she should, “yes he is the father to my daughter and he used to be so much better.” For a split second Helen had thought of throwing him away for good.
“Good that’s settled, I’ll put the next step in motion,” Miss Danvers rose towards Helen. “Next week there’s a special class for you back here and this will have you ready for when he returns.” She walked towards the door with an arm wrapped around Helen’s waist, “and he will be ready to do everything for forgiveness, trust me.”
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Darren sat morosely staring into his flat pint, the drunken conversation spat around him. His two friends from work joined him in the daily tirade of displeasure towards the female population. His friends tried to cajole him into joining a new men’s group called ‘Men on Top’ which had been gaining some press locally, but his current state seemed pathetic enough without that. What had started as an excuse to not go home to yet another argument had just become routine, the sanctuary had lost its gloss.
But the alternative of going home to her nagging and the baby crying in that dreary house had no appeal to him. The company of friends who understood him and the occasional attention of women who only wanted fun was his escape from the monotony. Even though he’d piled on some weight and was far from his prime he still held some interest to the ladies. After the silence of his marriage, it felt good to be flirtatious with attractive younger girls, it made him feel like a man again.
The local pub had been replaced by the hotel bar after his wife had the sheer audacity to throw him out. He’d moved in weeks ago and had become a regular leaning against the counter but if she felt he would suffer she was wrong, The opportunities to drink himself into a stupor or cheat undetected had been made easier by her own actions.
Let her support herself alone and finish the decorating he’d fallen into which had caused the final argument. He’d drunkenly spilled the paint and trampled it all over the downstairs carpets, which is why he was awoken by his suitcase hitting his face. The previous night’s drink hadn’t even worn off as she pushed him violently out the door, he’d seen her angry before but never physical. She verbally tore him to shreds as she threw him out, he could only glare back dumbly as she slammed the door in his face.
In his short stay in the hotel, he’d become adept at seeking out the prey, the lonely businesswoman sitting alone, the friends out for a quiet drink and the hoard of weekend stag do lunatics. The statuesque redhead sipping a martini fitted none of these groups, she’d be unique wherever she was. Darren downed his drink for one last bit of dutch courage and sauntered over, “Hi can I buy you a drink?”
When she turned to face him, he knew he needed more than courage. Simply the most stunning looking woman he had ever laid eyes upon stared back at him with a mocking smirk on her flawless face. She waved the full drink in her hand, “already have one.”
The barmaid shook her head in pity towards him, silently pleading for him to take his leave. His next few flirtations hit a brick wall and the confidence ebbed away from him. She made him feel like being back in school trying to talk to the hottest girl and failing badly. Her luminous green eyes made him sway, “do any of these lines ever work on women.”
The remark hit him like a punch and he almost staggered off his chair, “I’m not hitting on you, honestly.” His next words were stopped cold by her hand sliding on his thigh and gripping it tightly.
She leaned close to his face, her cool breath on his face, “be honest for once in your life, did you come over to me because you found me sexually alluring?” Darren nodded automatically, “well I’ll be honest back to you, I’m a very sexual woman and I fear I may be too much for you to handle.”
With each word from her lips, his heart thumped louder and he placed down his drink to hide his shaking hand. She edged nearer to his face and whispered softly, “I’m in room 30 if you feel you can perform to my expectations.” Darren stared wide-eyed as she slipped from her seat and slunk alluringly across the room to the lift, her long red hair swinging behind her. It took him several minutes to pump up the required confidence before he ran frantically to see her again.
When he awoke he was naked and alone and as he scanned the room through blurred eyes he concluded this was not his room. It took him a while to clear his fogged-up mind and slowly feel some pain ebbing through his body. Looking back over his shoulder he could see scratch marks on his back and his bright red arse radiated heat and clearly was the epicenter of the soreness.
In a panic, he clambered to the floor and in desperation hunted for his clothes. His growing anxiety was soothed by the carefully folded pile left on the chair underneath a small note.
Printed clearly it read. ‘I do hope you enjoyed last night as much as I did, if so call this number.’ For the first time since he awoke the seductress came swimming back into his brain, her face, body, perfume, and that intoxicating voice. What had happened between them also flashed starkly into his mind and he slumped to the ground. She had fucked him anally, for the first time in his life he knew how it felt to be on the other foot. The source of that throbbing pain was now horribly apparent, she had taken him and he had let her.
Daren dove into the shower to clear his mind and remove her scent, each recollection brought back memories of last night. The warm water ran over his sore anus and stopped any chance of forgetting what he had partaken in. His cock grew instantly as the images flickered through his mind and the recollection of how hard she had made him cum. The loud moans that she had made him produce resurfaced and he prayed whoever was next door would not see him leave.
Once dressed he was appalled at the state of the sheets he was leaving behind but flee he must, peering out into the corridor for a free run. Once the road was clear he made his escape and never looked back. The bar would have to be out of bounds just in case she returned or god forbid told any of the staff. The barmaid did seem to know her, they exchanged smiles. The thought that he might have to leave the hotel completely now grew.
For the first time, he was truly glad his wife had thrown him out, not trying to hide the embarrassing tell-tale marks and lacerations. The other plus was his workmates saw him follow that goddess from the bar but the true outcome of their one-night stand need never be told. Instead, he would embellish his heroic night of lovemaking where he was the man who made her scream and beg for more, not the excruciating truth.
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And lie he did, the nights ensuing sexual escapades he regaled to his colleagues regularly over their evening boozing. The envious look in their eyes was the only boost his ego received over that period as deep in his soul he knew the true degrading secret. The memory brought shame and against his will his cock always grew hard from each flash of remembrance. The note with her number had been often in his nervous hand and he had talked himself down from dialing her number but his fortitude was crumbling.
It was after one long night of drinking that he succumbed and shaking called the number, his breath loud as he waited in anticipation for an answer. At the sound of that voice, he nearly dropped the phone, the confident mocking tone was there immediately.
“Well, it’s about time you called, naughty boy making me wait so long,” the velvet seductive tone of Miss Danvers toyed with her prey. She cut off his stuttering reply, “so you want more of my cock, don’t you slut?”
Darren felt himself melting into a nervous little boy in her presence and could only mumble his reply, “yes.”
“That’s yes mistress, bitch boy.” Her sharp response brought a small moan from his lips much to her enjoyment. She bit down on her lip to keep from laughing. “Leave your door open and be naked on your knees waiting for me.”
His face flushed as he listened to her dominant voice ordering him and he whimpered, “Yes Mistress.” Immediately the phone went dead and he reacted by obeying the instructions and removing his clothes and kneeling down by his partially open door. His heart thumped through his chest as his eyes stared eagerly at the door awaiting any movement of the arrival of his fantasy figure.
When the tall stunning figure entered his room the memory of that night filled his mind and she was more beautiful than he had even dreamed. She flicked her long red hair and smirked her deep red-lipped smile and strode those endlessly long legs towards him.
Miss Danvers peered down at the hapless figure before her and dropped her large leather bag by his side. “Hello bitch boy, I’ve been expecting to hear from you.” She pointed to his bedroom, “carry the bag through and empty it out on the bed.”
Darren leapt at her order and almost oblivious to his nakedness obeyed, his eyes widened at the contents of the bag. An array of dildos, lubes, plugs, cages, and a strap-on harness stood proudly before him.
Miss Danvers had removed her coat and now stood before him a vision in a skin-tight leather catsuit, “we will be using all of those tonight as you’ve made me wait much too long.” She teased his hair and then strode to the door, “I do hope you moan like last time, I do love a good moaner.” With one last grin, she closed the door on his straight life for good.
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Over the following month, she played with him like a kitten with a mouse, ordered him over when she felt like it, and left him waiting anxiously for days for her next response. His libido dropped and rose at her whim and he eagerly awaited her next call or text. His friends now wondered about his whereabouts, he now rejected the bar in case she got in touch. Work had grown hard to focus on now she clouded his mind daily.
On some days she never even showed, one of her proteges would turn up and degrade him for her pleasure. Every mistress showed the well-trained traces of the red-haired goddess and each debasement made him crave the next appointment. It really had become a craving for him, the thought of his previous sex life barely crossed his mind. His submissive nature was born and nurtured under the expert hands of his mistresses.
The wait between his meets grew larger each time and it had been almost a week since she had been in touch and he ached for any contact. He was almost in tears of frustration when she finally dropped a text to him and this time it was different. This time all it contained was an address and an order to be there at one tomorrow, finally, he would meet her at her abode.
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Helen sat uncomfortably in the plush leather chair awaiting Miss Danvers’s arrival, pondering what her special class was going to be about. She had full trust in whatever Miss Danvers had in store for her, the whole program had worked wonders for her so far so she had little worries. She heard the confident stride of her footsteps approaching and blushed as that woman entered the room.
She reached out her hand, “Helen so good to see you again and you are looking marvelous.” Miss Danvers beamed that smile towards her and produced the usual blushing response, “today is a very important session and the one where we find if you really are ready to join us on the next level.”
Slightly flustered Helen stuttered her reply, “I really hope I can and I will certainly try my best to please you.” The reply did not reduce her growing embarrassment as she was sure she sounded like a schoolgirl with a crush.
“Now all the women who enter into our guidance course grow and improve but only a relative few are able to take the next step.” Miss Danvers sat next to Helen and pulled her close, “this next step takes a special kind of woman, the kind of woman who knows she has to take control and be the dominant figure in the marriage and what her partner’s place is too.”
Transfixed by her bewitching green eyes Helen nodded only half-conscious of the conversation. “I think I understand and I want to be that woman.”
“Good girl,” Miss Danvers softly patted her hand. “I really do want you to be her too,” With a click the lights dimmed and the screen on the wall lit up. “To fully understand what is being asked of you, you really must see it for yourself and I’m sure you will recognize a few of the performers.” The bright ruby red lips shone in her grin even through the darkness.
As the images on the screen grew clearer Helens mouth dropped open and she sat dumbfounded by the array of scenes before her eyes. Scene after scene of a sexual nature flashed before her but it was the shock of seeing what kind of sex that stunned her. The women were fucking the men with strapons in every scene, each one more powerful and dominant than the next.
Miss Danvers eyes never left the face of Helen, she watched gleefully as she took in the full impact of the video. As shocked and surprised as Helen so obviously was she never once turned her eyes away, never hid or flinched from the display.
Miss Danvers had been correct about the performers, Helen audibly gasped as faces appeared on the screen who she instantly recognized from the gym and her courses. She even smiled when Cassie made an appearance and was very impressed by her but when her friend Lucy was there in front of her fucking her husband she squealed and turned for answers.
“As I said, not everyone is ready for this level but some like Lucy leap at it wholeheartedly,” Miss Danvers squeezed both Helen’s hands as she calmed her down. “If I didn’t think that you were perfect for this I would never have shown you and if you do not wish to continue I will only ask of you to never comment on what you’ve seen here today.”
Helen could only sit staring at Miss Danvers, the words to comprehend what she had just seen failed to materialize. “I’m not sure if I could do that, I’m so sorry.” She whispered out the words so as not to annoy her mentor.
“Oh Helen you have nothing to be sorry about,” and she reached over and strongly hugged her. “The choice is always yours and you can never disappoint me but I want you to think overnight about it.” Miss Danvers pulled her face towards her, “call me tomorrow and give me your honest answer but I want your real answer. Not what society says but what you feel in here.”
As her hand patted her thumping heart Helen’s eyes welled up, “I will think long and hard I promise.”
“I know you will dear,” and she planted a kiss on her forehead leaving red lipstick mark. As they rose Miss Danvers walked Helen towards the door, “I’m sure you’ll give me the right answer tomorrow, I’m positive I’m right in my estimation of you Helen.”
As she returned to her chair Miss Danvers clicked on the communication to her servant, “Oh Parker could you please contact young Liam, I think we might need his attributes tomorrow.”
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Miss Danvers had been proven correct in her assumption. Helen did return on time and was more than ready. Her first session with young Liam was nervous and a little embarrassing as she recognized him from her local shop but with Miss Danvers encouragement she rose to the challenge. As she plowed the plastic cock deep in the eager lad she began to understand the feeling of power and dominance and above all the appeal for the women involved.
Over the following fortnight, she worked her way through a plethora of men, young and old, of all shapes and sizes but all with that telltale hungry moan from their lips. They wanted it as much as she had begun to need it, no other emotion matched that intoxicating feeling of domination.
Sitting back in Miss Danvers office Helen could barely conceal her happiness as her mentor beamed proudly towards her. “Helen, you have surpassed my expectations and I have never been prouder of any of my girls.”
Helen blushed, “I’m so glad I’ve pleased you and even more so that I came here. I really feel like you’ve changed my life and I will be eternally grateful.”
“Oh shush, it’s all been down to you,” Miss Danvers mocked her words away. “But we now have one more step to make, the final one in your development. Your husband!”
The last few weeks Helen had been able to blank out Darren and throw herself into her domination but the words brought her back to reality. How would he accept the new Helen and could they live together as she now was. “I’m not sure he will understand this new side of me, certainly he wouldn’t be happy about me fucking other men.”
“Helen darling, the boys are just for training. Darren is your bitch and you will make sure of that.” Miss Danvers’s words were a matter of fact and she seemed positive in the outcome.
Helen sat flustered, “but surely you don’t think he would be like the other men and allow me to use him like that. I do know my husband.”
Miss Danvers leaned forward, staring her magnetic green eyes deep into Helens. “With our marriage guidance we work on both parties and as much as I’ve helped you I’ve also assisted Darren on becoming the man he should be for you. She dimmed the lights and clicked on the screen, “I think you should your husband in action before we proceed with any nonsense over his participation.”
Helen’s mouth dropped open as Darren’s sexual activities with Miss Danvers and others now played before her. The sound of her husband’s moans and cries as he begged for more from each dominant woman swam before her. As her mentor cooly watched and smiled at her protege knowing her work was almost done.
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At one o clock, Darren arrived in the suburban street, not at all what he was expecting. The trim neat garden surrounded the modest residential house and he knocked half expecting the address to be a mistake. The gruff burly servant who answered throw him and he stammered out Miss Danvers name.
“Come,” the butler barked at him and bade him follow him up the dark polished staircase. Darren followed nervously staring at the broad back of the tall man until he stopped before a large wooden door and pointed him to enter. As the door slammed behind him his eyes reeled around the dark wooden office with its deep red carpet still questioning how this house matched the women he knew.
The answer was brought by the tell-tale noise of her high heels clicking on the hard wooden floor gaining towards the room. She entered as always like a breath of fresh air, her red hair lighting the entire room and her smile made his legs buckle. But today she did not say a word to him, she walked past him and placed a package on the desk. Her bright red ruby lips smiled back as she tapped the package and waved goodbye, she was gone before he could speak and all that confirmed she had existed was her intoxicating perfume which filled the room.
His mind was still in a muddle as he nervously opened the package and pulled out a pink blindfold and a letter, the letter said ‘Strip, put on the mask, be ready.’
Thankfully the room was warm and his bare feet rubbed the thick carpet as he waited eagerly for her return. The leather mask blocked out any light and he craned his ears for any semblance of noise. At the turning of the doorknob his body shivered in anticipation, footsteps walked behind him obviously observing his nakedness.
“Good afternoon bitch,” the sharp voice made him jump and the reaction brought a smile to her lips.
“Good afternoon Mistress,” Darren replied immediately but he didn’t recognize the voice. It certainly wasn’t Miss Danvers and he was sure none of the other women she had sent to meet him matched this voice
“Put your hands on the desk in front of you and push out that arse,” the voice still barked her orders but there was a slightly mocking tone to her.
Darren groped for the desk and as his hands landed he obeyed and pushed back his backside. Immediately her hands spanked sharply on each of his cheeks making him visibly wince.
“Somebody needs to get back into shape, I like my bitches to have firm buttocks not flabby ones like this.” The mocking tone grew as she spanked the cheeks several times.
“Sorry Mistress, I’ve been thinking of getting back to the gym,” Darren whimpered shamefully knowing his physique had deteriorated over his marriage.
“Don’t think bitch, do,” she followed each word with even harder spanks.
Darren grimaced, “Yes mistress.” He’d taken a few good spankings recently but this mistress seemed to spank with real anger behind each hit. His arse throbbed already from their brief meeting.
As she ran her strapon cock down his hairy crack his body trembled, “Do you want lube or raw? Do you even deserve lube?”
Feeling the thickness of her cock pressed against his tight hole Darren pleaded, “Lube please mistress.”
She pondered and teased him for a minute pressing the cock head against his hole before finally relenting and pouring cold lube over his aching pucker. “Beg for my cock bitch, I want to hear it loud.”
The cock pushed teasingly as she gripped his waist and Darren almost yelled, “please give me your cock mistress, I need your cock so bad.” His words swam around the room.
With a loud laugh, she plowed her cock in deep, pushing past his tight hole and drawing a loud moan from his lips. Expertly she slowly teased her cock within him and stretched him for her cock. Her gentle loosening soon became a faster and rougher thrusting and the moans became louder and uncontrolled.
Darren gave up trying to contain his ecstatic noises as they fell from him, her violent powerful gyrations drawing them out of him with ease. His dripping hard cock slapped against his thighs as she slammed her athletic hard body against his wiggling arse.
“Who’s fucking bitch are you? Who owns you bitch?” Every word powered into him with her thick cock, totally owning his arse.
“I’m yours mistress, I’m your bitch,” Darren screamed his reply and at that moment meant every word. Miss Danvers who had lived in his brain rent-free never even crossed his mind.
With a tight grip on his leaking cock she mocked, “too fucking right I am. This arse is mine now.”
As she teased his prostate Darren cried out and exploded over her strong fingers as she milked every last drop from his cock. With a helpless whimper, he fell back against her exhausted and broken. His heavy panting breath was all that filled the air until his mask was removed and he blinked unfocused ahead of him. Finally, his eyes came to rest on the smiling visage of Miss Danvers.
Before he had time to try and speak a cum soaked hand was placed before him, “lick it clean bitch.”
Darren lapped away eagerly to please his newfound mistress much to the pleasure of Miss Danvers who proudly watched. His tongue hungrily cleaned her delicate hands until he was stopped coldly in his tracks, the ring on her finger was the ring he had bought his wife. In a panic, he spun to see the mistress and hoped he would be wrong but all he saw was his spouse grinning back down at him.
As he tried to pull away from her Helen gripped him hard and thrust her cock back into him forcing yet another groan from his lips. “Where the fuck do you think your going, have you forgotten already who owns your arse bitch.”
Darren tried to release himself from her grip but she was too strong, he was shocked at how she had transformed herself. Helplessly he looked towards his former mistress for assistance.
Miss Danvers threw her head back and laughed, “Oh Darren, I’m so sorry but this is your life now. You were the man of the house and you were useless, now it’s Helens turn to run things and your job is to be her bitch.” She leaned close to his face, her warm breath against him. “We both know it’s your real position and I think you now know what Helen is really capable of.”
Darren nodded wordlessly as Miss Danvers playfully slapped his cheek as his wife spanked his sore arse yet again.
Miss Danvers gave Helen a kiss and Darren a sharp spank goodbye and strode to the door. “Now I will leave you two love birds to reacquaint yourselves and organize your sparkling future together.”
As the beguiling red-haired figure disappeared Helen roughly removed her cock from Darren to a whimper, “Now bitch I think you have some cleaning up to do, don’t you?”
Darren crumpled to the floor and looked up beaten towards her, “yes Helen I’ll get to it now.”
Helen stood over him and watched gleefully as he cleaned away his cum from the carpet and vowed to thank Lucy later for her introduction into the world of Miss Danvers.
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