Purple Corset

I had little miss housewife again this weekend.  I wanted to take her to ends of the spectrum, so I planned to mix some quite harsh treatment, and the sensual afternoon of relaxing pleasure.  

Apparently, one of her female friends had show some interest in the hints of what she was doing with me.  I discovered this as I delivered a beginner’s cain session with her.  When I asked if she wanted to fuck her friend, the resolving yes had me leaving the room with her bound to the bedpost as I retrieved her phone.  I had her call her friend while I continued, though it was a little lighter so she could carry on a conversation.  Before the phone was turned off, she had confessed what she was doing at that moment.  Her friend, asking for a picture, I decided to open a facetime session between both of them where the camera would show her, but exclude me.  I allowed my stocking covered leg to appear for a moment so her friend knew it was a women owning her ass.  

They agreed they wanted to engage in something together, although they are both more or less submissive.  I pointed out that because she was cheating on her husband, both with me, and purposing to do so with her friend, that she might want to consider brining in her husband.  I think they had been attracted to each other, so it looks like a night of intoxication, to which doubling up on a blowjob would ensure less risky behavior then him finding out and seeking out strangers on his own.

Either way, I wanted to make it harder for her to conceal her sluttiness, so I left her ass riddled with marks, and unless she’s not going to be undressed around him, her man is sure to see them.  ;)

On the sensual side, I wanted her to take in the more formal submissive setting.  I had her bring me drinks as I relaxed, then watched her change in and out of her sexier clothes until I found the outfit I liked best.  I then put her married tongue to work on my clit for a very long time.  

After hours of getting licked, a massage, enjoying a few drinks, and having her wash me in the bath, I had her clean the bathtub so I could watch as I got dressed.  I didn’t really care about the tub being clean, but watching her do chores naked is always a good time.  

I want to find her, the one who doesn’t want her husband to know...but does.  I want to bind her gently, but bound none the less.  Sitting on her bed, pulling her close to start licking me, I want to grab her phone, call her guy, the set the phone next to us on speaker, but the volume down so we can’t her him on the other end.  

I see you dancing away at the club.  We’ve flirted a bit over a smoke outside earlier.  Pushing my way through the dance floor, I begin moving in on you.  You move towards me.

It a girls night out for you, and your friends.  Heading to the bar, you bring back drinks, and shots for your group.  They warn you off that your dancing with me was going to end up with us kissing.  You laugh it off and gab about other things. 

You make it back out to the smoking area, finding me there.  I see it on your face, and in your eyes.  You’re parked near by and you lead me out to your car.  Trying to make out against your car, you encounter your first notion that I’m going to take charge of you, and your desires.

I tell you to climb in your back seat.  Thinking I’m going to climb in with you, you’re surprised that I don’t get it, but move to stand at the opening of the door.  I have you take off your shirt, and bra.  You’re breasts are nice, and I reach down to caress them softly.  

Running your hand along my legs, I tell you to lift my skirt, and pull my panties down a bit.  You’re too eager to get your tongue on me, and we both know this. Looking down, I tell you rub my clit with your fingers, which you start.  You look up at me and I can see you desperately wanting to be told what to do.  I grab the back of your head and tell you to tongue fuck me.  

Each time you thrust your tongue inside my pussy, its not deep enough.  You hear me, “Deeper bitch,” and you steadily are able to get more and more of your tongue inside me.  

I take your phone, snapping a few pictures of you trying harder and harder to lick inside of me.  Handing you the phone back, I tell you not to stop, and to send the photos to one of your friends at the bar with you.

I watch you bring up the text thread, select the photos of you eating pussy, and the satisfying sound of them being sent.  This makes me cum, hard, and you taste this.  

She was eager to embrace, a little to quickly, so I slowed her down a bit.  

I could see her looking out the upstairs window as I pulled in.  At the door after she let me in, I could see why.  She wore only panties to greet me.  

Although her man had inquired about a threesome for years, that she wasn’t telling him about this little meeting was the point to press.  Binding her would come later as trust was established.  For now, she needed to know she was breaking rules, and that was the acts that would raise her heartbeat.

I told her what she was about to do was cheat on him.  Pulling my jeans down, and then my panties only enough to allow her the space needed, I put my clit in front of her face.  With her hands on her thighs, down on her knees, I told her the words “Cheat on him.”  

I only let her lick for a minute before telling her to stop.  

Looking over the expensive pillows on the bed, I had her grab the costly accessory pillows and mount them.  Knowing she wanted to be touched, I changed between controlling her with a fist full of her hair, or pulling at her nipples as I circled her.  She was compliant, edging herself in the center of her bedroom, as I went over rules, and expectations.  

The night went on.  I never let her cum the entire time.  

Tonight I meet the woman of the house.  She’s a 34 year old mother, and wife.  We met at a bar last weekend, both her and her husband.  A shared interest learned out on the patio, we talked over drinks, her man coming out to join the conversation.  The night went on, I went back to dancing, but I met her back on the patio area, except everyone was more intoxicated.  She let a “if I wasn’t married/ if I was in to chicks” slip, to which I countered “...you’d do what?”

After she spilled a vague kissing fantasy, I motioned her over to an area most people couldn’t see us.  I moved to kiss her, thinking she’d laugh off moment as a joke, but no, she met my lips.  

The message came in yesterday, and her household obligations have left a few hours for her.  If she submits easy enough, I’ll see if the idea of teaming up to blow her husband excites her.  For now though, I’ll meet her in the mini-McMasion she lives in.

A few years older isn’t much of a recognizable line, but 10 years older is definitely one.  Much like how men who hold positions of elevated responsibility in their careers are frequently clients of Femdom BDSM mistresses to have that power reversal, the older woman who’s in charge of those middle/ upper-middle households seem to crave the same reversal.