What seems like an eternity but was actually a short 6 years I could tell my marriage was having problems. I didn’t think it was in trouble but I knew Cindy and I needed to communicate.
What precipitated things was that I was always preoccupied with work and either didn’t listen to her concerns, didn’t take them seriously, or pretended to hear what she was trying so hard to tell me. My lack of attention to my marriage had consequences.
For starters, my wife appeared to have lost her mojo. She was letting herself go, her once curvaceous figure was on the decline and that caused her to lose her confidence.
She used to love to prepare lavish meals, candles, the works. That stopped. The house was dusty and wine bottles filled the garbage can. Her once pride of ownership vanished as she spiraled downward.
I knew I had to take action.
We sat down one night and I asked what she thought the problem was.
“I’m bored johnnie. Bored out of my mind. I sit around this huge house you insisted on and eat, drink, and watch TV. Look at me. Look how much weight I’ve gained.”
You need to understand that Cindy had no need to work. I made more than enough to keep us on the upper tier of the middle-class. And yes, she was right when she said I insisted on buying the big Mac Mansion. One has to make a good impression.
“Why not get a gym membership or take up a hobby, sweetheart?”
She thought about that for a minute or two before telling me that she already had started therapy. “I just needed someone to tell me to get off my ass.”
“When did this start?”
With an almost shy look, Cindy admitted that she’d only just begun. “Yesterday was the first session. I have another one next week.”
In just a few visits I could see the positive results. Cin started to pay attention to her appearance, her attire, and her long strawberry blonde hair again. “I see how well your therapist is doing babe. You look great.”
“You have to meet her, johnnie. She’s divine; absolutely wonderful.”
“Uh huh,” I said bored. I had no reason nor interest in meeting her doctor or whatever she was. I was just wondering when our sex life would pick back up.
“That’s exactly why I want you to meet Ms. Siobon, johnnie. She can help us with that.”
It came as a surprise when arriving home one evening a couple week later I saw a black Mercedes SL500 in my driveway. I had no idea whose it was but figured it was a friend of Cindy’s.
Nothing could have prepared me for what I encountered upon entering my home.
I loosened my tie and wandered into the living room expecting to find my wife entertaining a friend of hers. What I saw was most unexpected.
My wife was kneeling beside a tall black woman. Tall? She had to be 6’6″ or better. Cindy was naked but for a leather collar around her neck which had a leash attached to it that her “friend’ held.
The woman standing before me was stunningly beautiful. Instant hard-on material. She was wearing a corset with open cups that held her large breasts displaying them as the work of art they are. She wore no underwear and I saw a glistening pussy completely shaved. Her wide hips, big round bottom, and sturdy legs were milk chocolate in color and well-proportioned for her height.
On her feet were impossibly high stiletto heels on either real leather or patent leather boots that went up over her knees. There must have been 24 pair of brass eyelets through which the boots were laced.
My eyes traveled from her breasts to her feet and back up. She had a serious expression on her face though a hint of mirth in her eyes. She knew she surprised me with her presence but my arrival had not surprised her.
Long shiny black hair covered her broad shoulders. Her hazel eyes appraised me. Her bright red lips curled into a smile; a confident smile that had a “don’t fuck with me” rigidness to it.
“So this is the pig,? the black woman spat.
“What the hell is going on here?”
I hadn’t noticed the riding crop in her other hand before she hit me in my balls with it.
Groaning in pain, I held my abused balls and sunk to my knees. “What the fuck, bitch? I ought to call the cops.”
The force with which she slapped me sounded like a rifle shot. “You, pig, may address me as Mistress or Mistress Siobon. Do you understand?”
“Fuck that and fuck you,” I yelled.
CRACK
She slapped me again. What’s my name, pig?”
I saw her raise her hand as if to administer another blow, “Mistress,” I answered quickly.
“Very good, pig. We’re making progress.”
I looked at my wife for an explanation, something to let me know what the hell was going on. I saw or noticed for the first time that she had her long lovely hair cropped. It looked as though she had a buzz cut. “Baby, your hair?”
The room was silent for a few seconds before Mistress Siobon gave my wife permission to speak.
“Please johnnie, I need this. I needed Mistress to snap me out of the doldrums I was in. Her only requirement for her guidance is complete obedience which I have pledged. My mind, body, and soul are hers, johnnie; hers alone.”
“I don’t follow Cin. What about me? Where are we headed? Divorce?”
“No pig,” Mistress snarled. “You will not abandon the slut you have married. The choices are simple, even for a stupid white boy like you. You may stay married and join your slut wife in service to me or stay married and miss out on the satisfaction and reward that come from serving me well.”
“I uh, what?”
“Slut cindy told me you were an intelligent pig. I see she was mistaken.”
“No. I uh. This is all a surprise to me.”
“Mistress.”
“Pardon me?”
“This is all a surprise to me, Mistress.”
“Mistress,” I said embarrassed at my lapse.
“Perhaps a demonstration is in order.”
I watched as Mistress Siobon led Cindy over to my recliner where Mistress sat and spread her long sexy legs. “Begin, slut.”
“Mistress Siobon, your slut wishes to pleasure your treasured cunt Ma’am. Please allow your most humble servant to serve you.”
Mistress Siobon was looking at me in triumph, a cruel smile on her beautiful face as she tugged on the leash. It was apparently the permission Cindy was looking for.
I was still on my knees, not 15 feet away watching and listening to the sounds of my wife, my lovely, caring wife make oral love to Mistress’ cunt.
Mistress Siobon maintained eye contact with me as she began to respond to Cindy’s efforts. I saw her hips move forward, grinding on Cin’s face. She took the riding crop in the same hand in which she held the leash and used her now free hand to pull my wife’s face into her crotch, humping and fucking Cindy’s eager mouth.
“This slut loves eating my cunt, pig. I bet right now you wish you could change places with your whore wife. Am I right?”
From my position I could see the red welts on Cindy’s bare bottom. Welts I was sure were left by the sting of that evil riding crop. The sting which I had so painfully experienced. The sudden realization did nothing to diminish my erection.
“I asked you a question, pig. Am I right? Do you not wish to change places with your wife? To taste the honey that flows from my loins, to know the joy that comes with pleasing your Mistress?”
I was unable to answer her. So over taken by these unexpected and never before experienced events, I was left speechless.
Mistress Siobon smirked, “Just like a stupid pig.”
I watched, helpless to intervene as Mistress ground out her orgasm on my wife’s face. “That’s my good slut,” she sighed pushing my wife away. “Go kiss the stupid white boy. Let him taste me on your lips, my pet.”
Mistress Siobon watched me intently to gage my reaction. Cin crawled over to me and kissed me hard, forcing her tongue in my mouth. I tasted the musky sweet pussy juice she shared with me. Our eyes met as she ground her mouth against mine.
“The pig likes it. I knew he would slut. You white people love the taste of black pussy. Can’t resist it. That’s why you make the best pets.”
To say I was astonished would be a gross understatement. Still at a loss for words I knelt and watched this Amazonian woman grab a piece of leather that was more a wrap than a skirt. She buttoned it around her waist, pulled on a leather vest without bothering to button it. Then she walked over to me.
I couldn’t look at her. My head was bowed, not in respect but fear of what might happen next.
I felt the leather crop under my chin, tilting my head up so she could look down on my face. “Think about my offer white boy. Talk with your whore wife, my pet slut. If you wish to join her, the slut has my email address.”
“What do I have to do and what’s in it for me?”
“Foolish boy. This is not a negotiation. It is either yes Mistress or no Mistress. Nothing more and nothing less.”
With that she walked out the door, tall proud, confident, and so fucking sexy. That leather wrap she wore as a skirt covered barely half her wide round ass. She couldn’t care less who might see her nakedness. Mistress Siobon knew what she had to offer. She also knew that no one, absolutely no one in their right mind would try to take it unless it was offered. Such pride and confidence was new to me.
“What the fuck was that?”
“Please johnnie. Let me explain. Mistress Siobon has given me purpose and direction honey. For the first time in years, I feel appreciated.”
“Appreciated,?” I repeated her words. “How about used? How about that? And what did you do to your hair? Cindy. What the fuck? What did you think I would say or do? What do you expect me to do?”
“Mistress said you’d act like this. She was right.”
“Are you shitting me?”
“If you’re going to act like this, I see no point on trying to talk to you.”
She got up and walked out of the room. The red welts on her ass were fading.
When at last I was able to gather my senses, I got up and went to the kitchen. Taking a glass with me, I went to my liquor cabinet and poured a stiff bourbon. “What the fuck,?” was all I could think. “My wife is suddenly a lesbian?”
I took the bottle with me and went back to my recliner. The same recliner Mistress Siobon sat in while my wife ate her pussy.
The darkness settled in around me as night fell. My mind turned from ending my marriage to the big woman, that big sexy ass, the wide hips, huge breasts, sensuous lips. I knew I’d never forget watching her walk out with half her ass showing from under that short leather what-ever-you-want to-call-it.
My dick was hard and I rubbed it from the outside of my pants.
“Come to bed darling,” my wife startled me out of my thoughts and bit of reverie.
No dinner, stiff drinks, I was ready for bed.
I lay down next to the woman I thought I knew.
“I love you, johnnie. What happened this evening has nothing to do with my love for you. I swear that to you.”
“What I’d like to know, Cin. What I want to know is how long have you been a lesbian?”
She giggled but stopped when she realized there no humor in my question.
“I’m not a lesbian, johnnie. I belong to Mistress Siobon, as her pet, her slave.”
“How did this happen. I mean, what? One day you decide you needed some black woman to beat you?”
“It’s not beating, johnnie. It’s training and it’s okay. She’s training me to be the best I can be; for me and for her.”
“So?”
“So what?”
“Tell me how this happened.”
“I told you I was depressed, that I was going to get help. Well, Mistress Siobon was the psychologist I went to see.”
“And you’re her slave, just like that?”
“Are you going to keep interrupting me?”
“Sorry.”
“So I go to see her, visit her office. It’s like the usual therapist patient at first. But, as you may have noticed, Mistress Siobon is very beautiful and extremely sexy. I noticed it right off and she saw that in me immediately.”
“She came around from behind her desk and sat across from me. Very close but not touching or anything like that.”
“She began asking me why I was there and I told her. I explained that I felt I had no purpose, no direction, that I was letting myself go, eating a lot, drinking during the day. Things that she found important to learn about me.”
“Okay, so she’s empathetic. It’s her job, Cin. Not to coerce you into eating her pussy, cutting your hair, pledging yourself.”
“Damn you, johnnie. You’re pissing me off. Please listen and try, johnnie, try to keep an open mind. Damn.”
I apologized again and promised I’d listen.
“The more I poured my heart out the more I felt indebted to her. You never listen. Now I understand that you’re preoccupied with work and all but you don’t listen to me. You don’t hear me. She does.”
“Our weekly visits became twice weekly. Over time I guess they call it transference, but I began to have feelings for her. Feelings, johnnie she sensed.”
“You love her?”
“No. Not like that. She pulled me out of a very dark place and I was very grateful. After one visit, as I was preparing to leave, Mistress Siobon came over to me and hugged me. You saw how tall she is, right? Well, she held my head to her breasts. The way she smelled, clean like soap with a touch of cologne. She was not wearing a bra and I could feel her nipples against my face. It was intoxicating and I felt so good, so safe being held by her, johnnie, I swear I did.”
“Mistress tilted my up face to hers and just like that, she kissed me. At first it was just a quick kiss on my lips and done. But I kissed her back and harder and we were soon sharing tongues.”
“I remembered moaning when I felt her hands caressing me, my back, my bottom.”
“We broke away from each other and she told me she had a cure, she had what I needed to give me purpose, direction, and guidance and asked me did I really want that.”
“I nodded, johnnie, like a little girl, I nodded.”
“She told me to remove my clothes which I hesitated to do at first. “I don’t have time for half stepping white girls, Cindy,” she scolded me. So I removed my clothing. She circled me, inspecting me, criticizing my weight gain, the softness of my muscles. Her hands were all over me, touching me in my private places. It was turning me on, johnnie. I was putty in her hands. She is so darn sexy.”
“She had me spread my legs as far apart as I could and bend over placing my hands on the floor. I felt so exposed with my bottom sticking up in the air like that. She ran her fingers across my butt and then stroked my cunt which was responding. Oh God, johnnie, I have never felt the way I was feeling then. Never. My insides were trembling, I felt helpless, vulnerable, and I knew I could depend on Mistress Siobon to keep me safe.”
I was getting a hard-on again hearing how this beautiful Amazonian seduced my wife. Cindy noticed and fished it out of my boxers. “This turns you on, huh? Well that’s how I felt.”
“She went to the sofa and sat down. She held her hand out and said come to me, pet. I took a step but Mistress stopped me. Not like that, bitch. Crawl. Crawl to me like a good pet.”
“I did it, johnnie. For some reason I can’t explain, I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled to Mistress Siobon. Once I was at her feet, she held her hand out to me again. I took it. She helped me to stand, then positioned me across her wide thighs that showed from under her short skirt. She does wear short skirts, doesn’t she?”
Without waiting for my reply, Cindy continued. “Anyway, once she had me across her lap, she caressed my backside some more. By then I was soaking wet down there, you know. She told me she was going to spank me. Spank me. Me, an adult. When I asked why, she explained to me that I was the kind of individual who would respond positively to discipline. She fingered me, johnnie. Her long finger nails were driving me crazy as she played with my cunt and scraped her nails on my clit. It wasn’t long before I asked her to spank me.”
“The thought of this beautiful woman spanking me made me vey hot, very wet. She had me beg for it, which I did. Then it started, johnnie. She’s real strong and she gave me such a spanking. The pain was real and the spanking continued. I thrashed about. I wailed and groaned, and then the strangest thing. The pain began to warm my bottom. I could feel it tingling in my pussy. Mistress knew what I was feeling. She’s done this before, you know?”
“She spread my legs and began to slap my pussy which was already on fire. It’s a good thing her room is sound proof. I wailed like a banshee, moaning through several of the most intense orgasms I have ever had. I arched my back urging her to target my cunt, johnnie. My cunt. Mistress Siobon says white bitches like me have cunts.”
“I came so many times, I nearly passed out. When Mistress was finished with my training, she pushed me onto the floor at her feet. I grabbed her ankles; I was crying like a baby. I kissed her feet, johnnie. I really did. I felt her moving above me and saw she had her skirt hiked up. She wasn’t wearing panties. God, but her pussy looked inviting. I’d never done anything like I did then, johnnie. I swear I never have before. But at that moment it seemed like the thing I needed to do, to show her my appreciation, my gratitude for the best orgasms I ever had.”
I waited for my wife to go on. She was playing with my erection. “You like hearing this, don’t you? You’re hard hearing how your wife became Mistress Siobon’s slut. Tell me husband. Tell Mistress’ slut you like hearing this.”
I almost came, right then. “Yesssss,” I hissed. “Yes, Cin, I like hearing about her making you her slut.”
“I tasted pussy for the first time in her office, kneeling on the floor, johnnie. I knelt there with my face between her big thighs and lapped at her pussy. God but it’s sweet. Mistress humped and fucked my face just like you saw today, johnnie. She fucked my face and I let her. I held her big firm buttocks and held on, licking as she fucked.”
“Oooh, God, I’m cumming.” And I blew my load all the way up to my chin.
My wife giggled and wiped her hand off on my chest. I went to the bathroom to clean myself. I took a piss and put on clean boxers. Cin was waiting for me when I returned.
“Want to hear the rest?”
“No time like the present,” I said without feeling it. The orgasm, the bourbon, the lack of a real meal, I was washed out.
“Mistress Siobon ignored me while I dressed, writing things down in her note book. When I was about to leave, she came to me and hugged me again. “There are new rules for pets, Cindy. You do want to be Mistress’ pet, don’t you?”
“I got slapped like you did. When she asked if I wanted to be her pet I said, I’d love to but needed to speak with you first. That’s when she slapped me, johnnie.”
“She slapped you because you needed to speak with me? That bitch. I’ll …”
“No, johnnie. She slapped me for not calling her Mistress. The same reason she slapped you.”
“Yeah, maybe. But she hit me in my balls with that crop too.”
“She told me she was going to lightly tap you on your balls only to get your undivided attention. It worked too,” Cindy giggled, remembering how that rap in the nuts dropped me to my knees.
“Anyway, for starters Mistress said I was to shave my body completely. “Pets don’t have hair,” she explained. I was to stop wearing panties and bras altogether. She said that sluts like me love to show off our bodies. I don’t know if you noticed but I am wearing shorter skirts, tighter pants and spanx, and no underwear.”
“Really? No. You’re right. I hadn’t noticed. Some black woman, albeit a beautiful one has you eating her pussy and exhibiting yourself?”
Again my wife giggled. “It is pretty nasty. I know that. But johnnie, I have never felt so free, so excited all the time.”
I was trying to wrap my head around what I was hearing. I mean it did sound sexy and it had been a while since Cindy had been this happy. She was back to her old self again. On one hand that made me happy but I had my doubts about her becoming someone’s sex slave.
I married her because I love her. Still do. But being married to her doesn’t mean I own her. Nor does it mean that I can tell her what she can and cannot do. Now that said, I could take it or leave it. Accept it or not. I could divorce her or love her and hope she’d snap out of it.
“Tell me about your new hair cut.”
“Now this is going to be hard for you to comprehend.”
“Your Mistress told you to do it, right?”
“Not exactly, johnnie. She did ask me how I felt about African Americans. I told her they were people just like me. She disagreed. Mistress told me their history, Not just about here and being slaves, which was terrible but about the superiority of their race. You saw how tall and well-built she is. She told me that was because of their genes and centuries of genealogy advancement in African Americans produced larger, stronger, faster, and smarter people.”
“Okay,” I said not 100% on board.
“I was sitting at her feet when she was telling me these things. It was easy for me to understand looking up at her. That was the proof, johnnie. The proof that she was telling me the truth. I started seeing her in a different light. I looked upon her as my superior and I her submissive. This wasn’t in a sexual way, not at first anyway. But I wanted to show my solidarity with her so I asked Mistress how I could accomplish that.”
“She told me that there are a few ways I could express my solidarity without seeming to appropriate the culture. She said that corn row hair styling was out of the question but I could have my hair cropped shirt, like it is now. She recommended a tribal tattoo on my back, just above my bottom. In fact, johnnie, she said she’d love me to have one. It would demonstrate my devotion to her.”
“All that stuff about them being larger, faster, and the rest, you believe that?”
“I do. Mistress has introduced me to another couple that are her pets. They are white. She only has white pets, johnnie. All her pets must be naked in Mistress’ presence and that other couple was. They are our age and the woman had her hair done like mine but she also has a tribal tattoo. Oh, johnnie, it’s beautiful. It really is. I want one. Anyway, the man, he had his whole body shaved and his dick looked so little.”
“Wait. So little compared to what?”
“Compared to the videos Mistress showed us.”
“Videos of what?”
“Black men fucking. Watching them, I could see why they’re truly our superiors. Baby, the cocks on those men had to be 9, maybe 10″ and so big around.”
“And I supposed all the black women were built like your Mistress?”
“Nope. Those men were fucking white women. White women with their husbands watching from a respectful distance. You could tell those husbands liked what they were seeing. Their wives were moaning and groaning, some even drooled they were being fucked for so long and so good.”
Even though what I was hearing made my dick twitch, it pissed me off that this woman, this Mistress Siobon was trying to brain wash my wife. I made a mental note to check her out. I have resources and intended to use them. “This has to be some kind of scam,” I was thinking.
I fell asleep while Cindy was going on and on about the other couple and how fulfilling they found serving Mistress Siobon was to them.”
The next morning at the office I made a phone call. “Hello, Robert? Good. I have a problem and I want you to check it out. There’s this so-called psychologist, Siobon Washington. Yes, that’s right, S I O B O N, Siobon. Anyway, check her out for me. I want to know her bono fides, her past and police record she may have. Got all that? Thanks buddy. Can you have that for me by the end of the day tomorrow? I know it’s a short turn-around but I have some concerns. You’re the man Robert. Thank you.”
I looked for the Mercedes when I got home. Satisfied that I wasn’t going to be hit in the balls by some wild woman, I entered my home. I smelled dinner cooking. That was a good sign because before Cin started seeing her Mistress, she couldn’t be bothered to cook or anything else. “Maybe this is good for her,” I was thinking.
My wife was her old self as she came to me and gave me a big ole hug and kiss. Well her old self except for the close cut hair.
She was dressing sexy too. Little white shorts, halter top, low rise heels. That night she served me my favorites; clams casino as an appetizer, shrimp Fra diavolo, and a nice salad. Chianti with a great meal after which she wanted to talk about her Mistress.
“johnnie, please keep an open mind. She’s wonderful and so good for me. I haven’t felt this good in so long.”
Yeah. Maybe there’s something in the taste of her pussy that brings out your best.”
“So this is how you listen to me. Sarcasm? Really? This is why I went to her in the first place. I didn’t plan any of this. It happened. It just happened, damn you and you can’t stand to see me happy.”
“Look. How would you feel if you came home and found me like I found you?”
“Beside Mistress?”
“No. On my knees, naked beside some black guy. Some black guy you get to see me sucking. That’s basically what I came home to. Can you see it from my point of view? How it affects me? Can you not understand?”
“You’re jealous, then?”
“Worried, not jealous.”
Trying to instill some levity into our heated discussion Cindy tittered and told me she’d share Mistress. “You can serve her too, babe. I won’t be jealous.”
“Funny, ha ha.”
That hit her wrong. She started to cry and that hit me wrong. I knew I’d over stepped.
Holding her, I apologized. “I will try to keep an open mind, beyond the fact that my wife is being beaten and forced to commit lesbian acts.”
“It isn’t beating. It’s training. It’s discipline. It’s what I needed. Didn’t I make you a nice dinner? Didn’t I? Mistress told me that I should never forget my man, my husband. Should you decide to take this journey with me or not, she insists I do what I can to maintain our home, our marriage, our happiness. Is that so bad? It’s not like I’m going to live with her or anything like that.”
“And if you’re worried about me becoming a lesbian, nothing could be further from the truth. Mistress Siobon isn’t a lesbian either. Okay, yeah, she likes to have her female pets perform oral sex, but I saw the husband of the couple she introduced me to do the same thing. And more than that, johnnie, and this may be hard for you to believe but she has men. Black men with much bigger cocks than white men and she told me she gets fucked a couple three times a week.”
I kept my mouth shut about having her checked out. The results should be in tomorrow. If it is what I think it will be, Mistress Siobon will be arrested. If not, I’ll give Cindy the option; either pull the plug on this shit of we get a divorce.
“johnnie? Robert here. Look man, I’m not sure you want to hear this but Siobon Washington checks out. She’s 100% legit. She’s highly thought of in her field. Got her PHD in psychology from Harvard. Graduated top 10 in her class. Some of her customers are important people or their spouses. She charges a lot because she is effective and has a great track record of helping her clients or patients, whatever.”
“What about her record. She ever been arrested for anything?”
“No. She’s an upstanding citizen. She’s very Afrocentric and I understand that she does have some, uh, let’s call them followers for lack of a better term.”
“Followers, you say?”
“More like devotees. There may be some weird stuff going on in that regard but nothing illegal. She’s legit.”
I sighed, “Okay Rob. Send me the bill.”
The rest of the day and the ride home I thought about what to do next. I’m no prude nor do I consider myself a racist. That Siobon was black or African American mattered not in the least. Was she sexy? You betcha. Would I like to bury my face between her big thighs and suck on that fine pussy? Hell to the yeah. Would I want her to beat me with that crop or any other device? Oh, hell no. No fucking way. She said there was no negotiating but she may have said that because my wife was present. Maybe we could negotiate, make a deal, something, where I could maintain my dignity maybe join my wife and help get her through this thing, and most of all, preserve our marriage.
“Hey babe. How was your day?”
“It was good, I guess. The usual, Cin. You know how it is.”
God. Look at her. She was radiant. Short hair and all. Yoga pants with a definite outline of her pussy, no, make that cunt. her words, not mine. Her top was a T-shirt, Her nipples poking goblins in the fabric.
“How was your day? You see your Mistress today?”
“You can tell? Yes. I had a wonderful session with Mistress Siobon this afternoon. She wanted to stop by this evening to see if you changed your mind. I told her not to bother. That you were firm in your stance.”
“Yeah. About that. Maybe I was too quick to judge. I mean, look at you. You’re happy again. That part is evident. And I like how you’re dressing these days too.”
“Does some body want something,?” she smiled sexily.
I went down on her hairless pussy, er, cunt. I had to admit it, I liked it that way. Fucking her was nice too though not as nice as going down on old baldy. We made love and we fucked that night. My wife had rarely gone down on me but that evening she did it and she wanted the lights on so I could see. Talk about a positive change. Damn son.
I was not surprised to see that her bottom had been abused again.
On the way out the next morning I asked my wife for Mistress Siobon’s contact info. She gave me her email address. “You going to join me?”
“We’ll see honey. We will see.”
“Dear Mistress Siobon,” I wrote feeling stupid for calling her Mistress. “I have seen the positive changes in my wife as a result of her seeing you. First and foremost, I would like to thank you for helping her regain her old self. It’s nothing short of a miracle that you accomplished that so quickly.”
Perhaps you and I can get together to talk, to discuss what would be required of me if I choose to join my wife in service to you.”
I signed it “respectfully yours” and added my phone number.
It wasn’t long before my phone rang.
“Can you be at my office at noon? We can talk over lunch.”
“I can make that happen, um, Mistress.”
“Very good, piggy. You remembered.”
I caught a cab over to her office. Got there a few minutes early. It’s what I do. Right off I took notice of the beautiful blonde working the receptionist desk. She must have been 45 but the years had been kind to her. I also noticed her breasts which showed through the sheer blouse were still “way up firm and high”, to quote Pete Seeger.
I got a scowl when she saw me admiring them. “Ms. Washington will be with you shortly. Take a seat, please.”
I sat but only for a few seconds, hardly enough time to get comfortable. “This way, sir,” the blonde receptionist said, leading me to the office door.
Once, a long time ago, before I was married, I would have followed the ass on that blonde for miles. Her short skirt showed lovely legs, and her buttocks rolled so fucking sensually underneath it, I could tell she had come to work commando. Like my wife, this woman wasn’t wearing underwear.
“Ah, Mister Kavadis. Good to see you again.” Mistress Siobon rose from behind her desk to greet me. “Shall we,?” she said striding to the door. “I know a place close by where the food is good and we can speak in private.”
I opened the door, not as a slave but as a gentleman. She was as I remembered. Tall, great legs, her round-wide ass swayed with a rhythm that was almost hypnotic. High heels, short skirt, a barely there blouse. Christ but she made me hard just following her.
At the restaurant, she waited until I caught on and held her chair for her. “So, pig, what is it you wish to speak to me about?”
“Yeah. Look. Why don’t we start off by respecting each other? You can call me johnnie or Mr. Kavadis and I’ll call you Miss. Washington, or Miss. Siobon. Deal?”
“I like Mistress, pig.”
I sighed in frustration. Siobon laughed. “Just kidding, johnnie. We have a deal.”
“I had you checked out,” I confessed to her. “You came back not only clean but well regarded in your field and in this town. To be sure, I was relieved.”
“Waiter, a martini for me and the lady?”
“Water. I have patients this afternoon.”
“Skip the martini. I’ll have water too.”
“Now, like I said, you checked out 100%. But what I don’t understand, what I can’t fathom is why my wife has devoted herself to you.”
Our water arrived and we gave our lunch order. We each had a cob salad; Siobon’s with Thousand Island, mine with bleu cheese.
“I had you checked out as well, johnnie. Not for my benefit but to make sure you weren’t some kind of tyrant at home or work. You are thought highly of in business, thorough and diligent, and your wife tells me she wants for nothing. Nothing but you, your time, and your attention. She wasn’t getting any of that and that’s why she came to me.”
“I get that. Cin and I have discussed that and as I said in my email, you have done wonders for her. I am truly grateful. But there’s this other thing…”
“You mean the tap on your balls? That was for her, Cindy. I wanted her to see that women have the power to get their man’s attention. It was all a show for her, including the slaps. I hope I didn’t hurt you too badly.”
“You didn’t but that’s not where I was going. You’ve turned my wife into some kind of sex slave and I don’t appreciate that. Isn’t there some ethical restrictions against that?”
“What she and I and others have is purely voluntary. I gave Cindy the choice and she made her decision to serve me. Yes, I know, I have my kinks, my fetish. There’s nothing illegal about them. I don’t charge for her time in case you haven’t noticed. Not since the second visit.”
“I hadn’t noticed.”
“You see? That’s your problem and that affected your wife. This isn’t an office visit but I’m going to give you some professional advice. Give your wife the attention she deserves, johnnie. Let her know she’s important. That’s all you need do to preserve your marriage and her sanity. She’s never going to leave you, not even for me. But let me tell you, I wish she would if only because she is such a genuine, caring woman.”
“If you feel that way, why treat her like a slave?”
“It’s an exchange of power, johnnie. Cindy trusts me and has given herself over to me for guidance, direction, discipline, and yes, sexual gratification. You are welcome to join her. I would love to have another successful white boy kneeling naked at my side.”
“Believe me, Siobon, I have considered it. I find you very beautiful and very sexy.”
“I know.”
“And I’d love to take you to bed but I won’t do that. Won’t try to do it. I love my wife completely. I love her enough that if she chose you over me, I’d let her go.”
“And that devotion to her is why I want you to join her, join me. But know this, you will never put your dick in me, never.”
“So I can kiss your boots and other things? I understand you’re very Afrocentric, Siobon, and I saw firsthand how you enjoy same sex, well sex. Cin told me about the videos and how well hung the men in them are. I have no desire nor will I ever have the desire to perform oral sex on a man, black or white.”
We looked into each other’s eyes for the longest time. I think it was one of those, “who blinks first” things. “You are strong willed, johnnie. That’s what makes you successful in your career. But that will that you carry around with you like a chip on your shoulder prohibits you from exploring new things, opening yourself to new experiences, discovering new pleasures.”
“Would I like to see you worshipping a black man, sucking his cock, groveling at his feet? To be frank, yes. Would I love it if your pretty white wife spread her legs for any black man who wanted to fuck her. I would indeed. I find the blending and bending of sexes and races most arousing.”
“Cindy would never do that. Not in a million years.”
Siobon looked at me like she was seeing me for the first time.
“johnnie, you silly boy. You have no idea of the control have over her, your wife and others. I could have her turning tricks this afternoon if I so wished. I could call her right now and tell her I want her to take a job in a strip club and service all comers, free of charge. And you know what? I could tell her I want her to have bi-racial children, to breed with my black lovers and pump out babies once a year until her poor cunt is worn out. You have no idea of the power over her she has given me.”
Suddenly I felt her shoeless foot on my crotch. Her smile said it all but she put it into words anyway. “You have an erection. Hearing me tell you what I could have your wife doing makes you hard. Oh, johnnie, you are a dirty, nasty pig.”
“Look who’s talking,” I stammered. “Your nipples are showing.”
I admit now that it was a weak move. But that’s all I had at that moment.
“Yes. I too am aroused but not about your whore wife. No, the slut isn’t what I’m thinking about, johnnie, piggy. I see you naked begging to be able to suck a nice big black cock, one that you want to see enter your wife and fuck a black bastard up her cunt. That’s what arouses me.”
“I want your precious wife to watch as I train you with my crop. to watch you grovel as she does, kissing my boots and begging me for permission to bury your face in my cunt. And every time I feel your dick twitch, I know you are receptive to the idea.”
This was going badly, not at all how I thought it would go. Siobon now had the initiative, my hard-on had given her that.
“They say my cunt has the power to make grown men beg, johnnie, piggy. I’m told that it has magic powers that can bend white boys, make them do things, nasty things just to be able to kiss it. I’m wet now, piggy. Wet thinking about taking you back to my office and sharing with you the magic powers of my cunt. And you, pig, you want that too. I can see the surrender in your eyes piggy. I can feel it with my foot.”
I could feel my resolve crumbling. My will power being stripped away. “Waiter, a martini please and hold the vermouth.”
Siobon laughed out loud. “I’m right. See how easy it is for me to turn you?”
She looked around and seeing no one close, she discreetly unbuttoned her blouse a little. Flashing a distended nipple, she asked me if I’d like to suckle it for her. “I want you to make me feel good, johnnie. I want you to suckle me as you did your mother when you were first brought into this world.”
The waiter came with my drink and Siobon pulled her blouse closed.
I swallowed my drink in a single pull, fished out three twenty-dollar bills and put them on the table, adjusted my erection, and got up. “I’m leaving Miss. Washington. Leaving before I do something I might regret.”
Her laughter followed me out the door.
Chapter two is coming soon. Your comments and emails are welcomed.