“Company for Dinner“

As I pull out of my driveway to work every weekday morning, I do so with a secretive smile on my face. There are the neighbor’s kids waiting for the school bus. I wave to them. They know me as Mrs. C. I give them homemade chocolate chip cookies sometimes. Then, there are all the Mom and Dads leaving for their respective jobs. I wave and smile at them as they wave and smile back at me. If they only knew what my life was all about, they would run me, and my sweet man out of town with pitchforks at the ready.

I am “M” and my husband is “T”. We are what you might call, late bloomers. We met when I was a widow with an almost fully grown daughter and “T” was divorced, happily pursuing what he was doing. He still is pursuing what he was doing before I came along with my blessing, only now he has me to come home to. We have no children of our own between us, but we don’t mind this. It would only complicate things and we are rather happy with things as they are. My daughter has gone away to college. She comes to visit us occasionally, when she is in town. She is happy and I am glad that she is doing well and she is happy to see me settled down. Yes, even she doesn’t know and I like keeping it that way. “T” and I both do. What we do is ours, and only privy to a select few.

“T” and I live in a house that is quite roomy, four bedrooms, three baths, a den, a living and family room, and a quite nice gourmet kitchen. “T” loves it when I am cooking in our kitchen. The yard is perfect. It has a nice tall fence all around, so very private and the pool and hot tub, is used often by us and our, special friends. “T” and I like to entertain at least once a week and our parties are always rather special to our mutual friends.

“T” is my love master and I am his love slave. We are deeply in love and to the naked eye, we are your typical working couple. We both have jobs. We donate blood. We volunteer at the local soup kitchen. We look like quite the regular, run of the mill, vanilla, looking couple on the surface. Behind closed doors, in our home we have lead a special lifestyle that few would understand. We rather enjoy the life we have made for ourselves.

Our den is a special room. No one other than our closest intimate friends, not even my daughter, goes in our den. The room is always locked when we have company over, unless it is special company. Our den is my master’s dungeon and there he has all the toys that he likes to play with. There are things in our den that would make Ruth, my next door neighbor, faint on the spot. Her soccer Mom sensibilities would not be able to handle it. So, as I wave to her as I leave for work in the morning, I always feel deliciously wicked doing so. What would her PTA group say if they knew?

To Be Continued……………

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We took a break from the dungeon and went back up stairs. We picked at the meager offerings at the buffet table. The drinks were coffee and water. This was like I said my second outing and it was beginning to look like these events weren’t huge on food and drinks. Unfortunately play made me really hungry and jittery, so I ate what I could of what was there and clung to my hunky man. He kept me nice and steady all night. Sometime during the night we met an interesting man and he had all sorts of toys with him and he was all excited that we were newbies on the scene. So, he lent us a couple of his best floggers. Gave us both a brief run down on the use of them and how to clean them afterwards. Apparently it was very important to not let even sweat sit on these toys. We thanked him and we headed back down into the dungeon downstairs and “S” was excited at the prospect of flogging my ass. We found an empty table at the back of the room. I wiped it down. Then I asked him if he wanted me on it and he said no, that bent over the table would be fine. So, I bent over and he lifted up my skirt and there was my nice white ass, still stinging a bit from the spanking that he had given me, with the nice red bow from my g-string sitting right on top of it waiting for more delicious punishment and he was eager to give it to me.

He landed the flogger nice and neatly on my right butt cheek and after that he varied things according to how I was reacting. I was really quiet, so it was hard for him to gauge at first how I was taking all of this. But then he started paying attention to how I rose up a bit on my legs when it was really painful and then slowly lowered back down when I felt better. He also paid attention to how tightly I gripped the table or eased up as things went on. By the time he got me to moan and whimper a bit, he had been working on me for quite sometime. He kept leaning in to me and rubbing my ass, to ease the stinging and whispering in my ear, sweet little things. Checking in, so nice and smooth like. I knew then that he was on his way to being a great Dom. He was a very fast learner and he was very instinctive about what he did. He gently lifted me off the table when we were done and I got the spray bottle with the cleaning solution for the flogger. I cleaned it and wiped it down with the paper towels that were also provided along with an array of condoms and lot’s of other goodies that I hadn’t noticed. I grabbed a few condoms for later and “S” smiled wickedly as I did.

We returned the floggers to our kind helper and soon after we left the dungeon party. We talked about the evening on the way home and I was really pleased that things had turned out as well as they did. “S” dropped me off at my place cause he had an early thing he had to get up for the next day, but he would be back either the next night or the day after. We had some unfinished business to take care.

As it turned out, he did come back Sunday night and we had our first fuck. It was rather memorable for our first time together and he got to practice some more play with some of the toys in my toy box. He liked my little collection and he decided on somethings that we could take next time we would go out playing again. I already had an idea about that, but that’s for another time.

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