“As stated in the report, I would like it very much if you would enjoy sex with me as much I do with you, and being more egoistic about your needs is more than fair for a person who gives so much.”
Pia was relieved that their discussion had started so well. “Greg, I need your help. Often, I have been the person who pushed for a change in our partnership, but I have no idea what to do now. The creativity regarding the change always came from your side. Any idea how we can change our sex live?”
Greg’s body language signalled that he wanted to say something, but something stopped him.
“Please tell me what is on your mind – as you said, most likely we will gain something,” Sue tried to encourage him.
Greg started: “My challenge is: Yes, I have fantasies. But I have no idea, what it would mean to our relationship if we turn them into reality. The report recommends that you should be more active. In my phantasies you are active… hmm, you are…” Greg stopped still uncertain what to say.
“Say it please,” Pia tried to get him to open up further.
“Well, you are – dominant.” Greg almost whispered.
“Tell me more” Pia tried to push him, looking deep into his eyes, hoping she could imagine his thoughts.
“Well, you are my mistress and use me to your satisfaction. You know how hot I become only by looking at you, so you play with my lust and keep me horny until I can’t hold it any more. Sometimes it is difficult for me to be obedient, but you keep me under your control by constraining me until I have no choice but to be your sex toy.” Greg watched Pia’s reactions while he was talking very carefully, but she kept looking relaxed: “I never had such a fantasy. But as I said I am not the creative person in our relationship.
“Don’t get me wrong. It is a fantasy. An act for a ‘playroom’. Sometimes I read stories on Literotica. Some of the stories are fun to read, but I could not imagine that they are fun to execute – at least for me. I’ll give you an example. Most men have fantasies about having sex with two women. My friend Peter told me that once he had a chance while being on a business trip. Reality was far less exciting, he told me. Trying to guess the needs of one woman, can be challenging, but for two even more.
“Sometimes I also fantasize that I am the one who is charge and you are my sex slave. Maybe that would help you learn more by being on the receiving end and enjoying it.”
“I have no clue how to do it yet. But I will try,” Pia responded and continued, “Please send me the link to Literotica and give me the time to do some research.”
I guess that’s how a ‘Structured Achiever’ gets started, went to Greg’s mind.
“Here are a few hints. Being tied up while having sex could be fun. I can’t imagine crawling in front of you the whole day, being locked in a cage or eating like a pet next to you. Some stories are around how much pain a slave can take, only to prove how much he loves his mistress. Feeling pain doesn’t turn me on. I think we know that rougher sex is a form of stimulation that is fun, and a slap is stimulation, but no real pain. And one last thing. When we have sex I would like to come, don’t even think of not letting me come that night.”
“I am sure I will find a way to be good mistress” Pia tried to say in a stern way.
“And a good slave sometimes, too” Greg responded.
“And a good salve sometimes, too”, Pia reassured him.
The next evening Greg was travelling, so Sue spent time browsing on Literotica. This gave her a feeling of what Greg was talking about. She found only a few stories, where couples with a relationship like hers, seemed to play out their fantasies. So, Pia felt she needed to talk to a real expert. She scouted the websites of the professionals and liked the appearance of “Lady Sarah”. She gave her a call and her first impression talking to her matched her feeling from the website. Lady Sarah proposed to meet Pia at her shop rather than her dungeon. Her argument was, that at the beginning one requires rather charisma and appearance instead of the furniture in her dungeon. In the shop, Lady Sarah argued, Pia would be able to select an outfit also.
When Pia met Lady Sarah two days later, she had to admit, that she was the sort of person that had natural authority. Lady Sarah tried to loosen up Pia a bit and offered her a glass of champagne. Pia indeed was nervous. “It is much easier than you think,” Lady Sarah said as she started her class. “First thing is that you should start to work on your self-confidence. Strikers in Soccer try to envisage how it feels when they score, before executing the penalty. Try to envisage that Greg is just a toy, and you are prepared to use him only to satisfy your needs.”
Maybe you say something like: “I am a goddess and my slave will worship me now,” before entering the room 5 times. The moment you believe it, you will radiate it.
“Being a mistress is like acting in the theatre,” Lady Sarah continued, “so, think of the prop you want to use. A crop could be symbol who is in charge today, regardless of what you wear and where you are. Let me show you.”
“Sit on that chair,” Lady Sarah said with an undertone, so that Pia followed the instruction without hesitance. Lady Sarah moved with slow sexy steps towards Pia. She was dressed in a black dress, high heels and her hair starched backwards in a ponytail. One could call her boobs her assets. Surely artificial silicon, was Pia’s first thought, but deep-down Pia was envious. She wondered how it would feel to touch those full tits.
When Lady Sarah stood only a step away from her, she started to caress Pia very slowly with the crop. Pia was wearing a short mini shirt and a tight blouse, without a bra. Lady Sarah moved the crop first over her naked underarms, later over her legs, then her ears and down her neck into her naked parts of her cleavage, finally opening up the blouse a bit more.
“Nice cleavage. I wonder what your tits look like.” Pia’s nipples started to become erect. When Lady Sarah saw them stiffening under the thigh blouse, she stroked them gently with the crop, forcing Pia to suck in air audibly. “So sweet, so sensitive,” Lady Sarah continued with a sweet voice.
Soon Lady Sarah moved the tip of the crop to Pia’s chin. Raising her face, forcing her to look up into her eyes. The simple fact that she had to look up into her eyes, underlined who was in charge. “Poor, poor pet, so obvious that you have been denied satisfaction for a long, long time. I’ll bet that your pussy is wet and longing for attention.” Indeed, Pia’s pussy was wet and it was a challenge for Pia not to start to masturbate her clit to fulfill her desire. For a moment she wondered, what could she do so that Lady Sarah would command her to masturbate now.
Pia right part of the brain – responsible for the logic – wanted to smile at Lady Sarah, make her get up and thank her for lesson. She now understood much better how she could act with more self-confidence and authority to become Greg’s Mistress. The left part however wanted to remain to see what Lady Sarah had in store for her. She realized that not being in charge and accepting the attention could be a thrill also.
Lady Sarah gave Pia time to decide by slowly walking around her, only touching her very gently. After two rounds she stopped behind her moving her mouth to her ear: “I guess you decided to stay. Kneel on that cushion and let me teach you the effect of being blindfolded.”
Pia moved to cushion that Lady Sarah’s crop pointed to. Having to look more steeply up to Lady Sarah’s eyes made her feel even more vulnerable, before Lady Sarah covered Pia’s eyes with a blindfold, carefully assuring that it was well placed. The sudden darkness forced Pia to use her other senses. She realized that she liked the perfume of Lady Sarah. Was it the scent of Issey Miyake? Pia was not sure. Each time the heels of Lady Sarah touched the ground, it sounded like loud step in a quiet room. Each touch of the crop or Lady Sarah’s hand made her shiver even more.
Lady Sarah started to unbutton Pia’s blouse very slowly. Again, her right part of the brain wanted to stop, but the left part wanted to beg Lady Sarah to hurry. Finally, Lady Sarah carefully opened Pia’s blouse, so Pia could feel the cool air caressing her nipples. When Lady Sarah started to squeeze them gently a deep moan escaped her lips. When Lady Sarah stopped, she poked out her breast further hoping Lady Sarah would continue.
“You need to make a decision now,” Lady Sarah suddenly said to Pia. “Are you willing to give yourself up to me, my pet?”
Pia heard herself saying: “Please, …”
“Please what?” was Lady Sarah’s response. Pia knew from the stories of Literotica what Lady Sarah expected, but didn’t know what she really wanted herself. What if Greg found out? Would she destroy 30 years of trust? Her brain was going in circles. Finally, she made a decision.
“Thank you, Lady Sarah for your impressive lesson.” Pia lowered the blindfold, closed her blouse and got up. “What a shame,” Lady Sarah replied smiling at Pia “I would have given you a free ride and I am convinced that I would have made you come.”
“I am convinced also, and that’s the second thing I would like to thank you for. You have convinced me that Greg and myself will have so much more fun by including some BDSM in our bedroom. You also reassured me that it is fun to be in charge – which is my natural behaviour, but equally exciting to be the person on the passive end.”
“Well Pia. I think you got the point that it is more a question of radiation and creativity than equipment. However, a nice outfit would complete the show. Shall we try on some outfits? It should not be too difficult with your amazing figure to find something very hot.”
Finally, they selected a pair of black over knees, high heels with rivets, a very hot half cut bra lifting her breasts making them look one size bigger than they were and exposing her nipples at the same time. Pia also liked a bra where the cushions pushed up her tits so far that the bra appeared to be a size too small, at the same time making them appear to be XXL almost like the ones of Lady Sarah. A bolero style jacked completed the look. Additionally, they found a cut-out dress that exposed more that it covered. Finally, Pia found a crop with a top that looked like a hand.
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