The affair with Mary and Fred lasted for almost two years. They were both subservient to me.  They even invited a few other couples to join us. I found out that Texas has its fair share of closet deviants.

I finally found my place in the world and was feeling on top of the world.

It all ended suddenly when Mary's father and owner of the company found out about me.

The door to my cottage burst open late one night. Mary's father, Leonard grabbed my hair and pulled me roughly to the ground. Mary was sleeping beside me, and Fred was handcuffed and lying on a mat on the floor.

I tried to stand up, and Leonard slapped me across the face, knocking me down

“Get up and get dressed!’ He screamed at Mary.

He looked incredulously at Fred.

“I always knew you were a pathetic little bitch, but Jesus! Leonard scolded.

Leonard kicked Fred in the stomach.

“Stop it!” I yelled.

Leonard hit me again with the back of his hand.

"You little bitch! You will not embarrass my company or me any further!"

“Daddy Stop!” Mary pleaded.

I looked up at him with tears in my eyes.

"I don't know what game you are playing, but you will leave my family alone, and you will leave today." He said sternly.

Mary rushed between her father and me.

"Please, Daddy you can't do this," Mary begged.

Leonard turned to Mary, looked her right in the eye.

"Let me be clear. Either this slut goes, or you go." He added. " If you go, you both go with nothing. No money. No houses, No jobs. Nothing."

Mary paused and lowered her head. She couldn’t even look at me. She went over and picked up Fred and helped him out the door. Leaving me alone with Leonard towering over me.

“You didn’t think they would choose you, did you?” He smiled. “You have two minutes to grab your things and get the fuck out of here.”

I grabbed a suitcase and started throwing clothes into it.  I managed to sneak out a bit of money and some jewellery.

"That's it!" He pulled me away. My driver with take you to the bus station and buy you a one-way ticket on the first bus leaving."

I slowly moved toward the door. Leonard stopped me and grabbed my breast.

“Just seeing what the fuss was about.”  He leered at me.

He pushed me out the door into the darkness.

It was a bit of a haze after that, but I found myself on a bus headed to El Paso.

I got a room at a motel and tried to figure out what to do with my life. After a few nights of crying, I decided to call Miss Maggie in London (See Part One). Miss Maggie spoke to me in a kind motherly tone that I so needed. She offered to bring me back to London, but I declined.  She wired me two thousand dollars to get me set up.

I found a job at a Dutch insurance company as an adjuster. The post was a bit boring, but I did get to travel around the southern states.

My lifestyle suffered a bit as I was travelling for my job. Although many men found me attractive, most didn't like to be abused and dominated by a woman.

It was a difficult time for me. I was very frustrated at "regular sex", and it just wasn't satisfying me anymore.

I thought I would never feel the joy and excitement of being a Dominant Mistress again until I had met John in Dallas.

It was a long hot day, I was excited to have a cooling bath and masturbate myself to sleep. John and I were heading to the tenth floor when the hotel elevator got stuck between floors. It was hot, and we were both sweaty. We were told that help was three hours away., so we got comfortable. John was very handsome, and a bit shy. He had blond wavy hair and a killer smile.  The conversation started a politely about the weather and why we were in Dallas.  John literally ran out of things to say. He looked lost trying to think of something. Then I blurted out.

“This heat makes me quite horny.”

He was gobsmacked.

I thought. “Oops.” Too fast, too soon.

Then he surprised me with. “I thought it was just me, my cock has been aching for hours.”  He motioned down to his hard cock straining in his slacks.  I smiled.

"You poor baby," I added, as I reached out to rub his cock.

We both looked at each other with instant lust. John still seemed too shy to start anything. So I leaned forward and kissed him. Then I slowly knelt before him, undid his belt and trousers and lower them to the ground. I pulled underwear aside as his hard cock popped out. He had a lovely uncircumcised cock, with a large purple head. I licked the sides of his shaft, then took him deep into my wanting mouth. I expertly sucked on him. He told me that was his first blowjob and his orgasm took him by surprise when he came almost immediately in my mouth. I swallowed every drop.

To my pleasant surprise, his cock was still hard. I pulled off my panties and lifted my skirt and lay on the floor of the elevator. I spread my legs and demanded that he fuck me. He got down on top of me and pushed his hard cock into my already soaking pussy. He was thrusting in and out of my pussy he leaned forward, and tongue kissed me deeply on the mouth. It was a very erotic kiss, and I wasn't expecting to enjoy it so much. Then he did something surprising. He pulled my legs up to his face and took off my shoes and began to suck on my sweaty feet. This is when I fell madly in lust with John. His sucking pushed me over the edge, and I had a fantastic orgasm. My pussy contractions caused him to cum deep inside my pussy. We both collapsed on the floor, spent.

Just minutes later the elevator started to move, and we scrambled to get our clothes on.

We raced straight to my hotel room and had drinks from the mini bar. I really liked John and wanted to see him in the future, but the future that I wanted with a man is a dominant one. So I took a chance, and I ordered him to strip down naked. He did without objection.

His cock was soft, but growing harder. I told him to kiss and lick my toes. He did happily. I told him that he was going to pleasure my pussy with his tongue. He fumbled around that first time, not even sure how to pleasure a woman, but he was eager to please and learn. I had him lick me for over three hours that first night. I had four orgasms, and he got a severe cramp in his tongue. He kneeled on the floor in front of me. I told him he could masturbate for me, he smiled and stroked his little cock. He said he was going to cum and I told him he could cum on my feet. He came quite a bit! I ordered him to lick his cum from my feet and toes. He hesitated but complied. I knew this arrangement could work, and he seemed happy to be my sub as well.

For the next two weeks, we were together every minute. I was feeling something I had never felt before, I must be falling in love! We were having sex four or five times a day. I was domineering him, and he loved every second of it.

Then one night at his house, he nervously told me he had something important to say to me. I was scared, I knew it was all too good to be true.  I waited for fifteen agonising minutes until he came out of his bedroom dressed in women's clothing with full makeup and a blond wig. 

I was surprised and very intrigued. I warmed to the idea very quickly. John was a beautiful woman, and I was entirely turned on. Our sex life didn't change much, he was still my sub, and I was his Mistress, but I started enjoying fucking his asshole with a rubber cock. The strap on technology wasn't as good in the early seventies so I created one with a large rubber dildo and a series of leather belts. It did the trick.

We would go shopping together, and I would have him try on dresses at the stores, and it was quite humiliating for him because of his shyness, but soon we both enjoyed our outing.

I decided that if he was going to be a woman, he was too hairy, so I began shaving him completely, except for his head, which let grow long.

John and I got married three months later. Our marriage was different from the beginning, we tried to be an ordinary couple outside our house, but it never really felt right. I was advancing in my career as well, and he wasn't, so when I was offered a job in Canada, I took it, and he quit his job, and we moved up there. 

Now he was free to be my slave full time. He did all the cooking and cleaning. I had him wear a little maid's outfit while he was around the house. His job was simple. He would sleep on the floor of our bedroom, He would pleasure me when every time I needed it (Which was a lot) and I would tie him up and whip him when he disobeyed or if I felt like it. After the first year of our marriage, I would only allow him to have intercourse with me on his birthday. Other than that, if he were perfect, I would fuck him with the rubber dildo and even allow him to cum, either on the floor or on my feet, both ways he would lick up his cum.

In the last 2 years, things changed, our sex life became routine. I tried to experiment, and change things up, suggesting bringing other couples or other men into our relationship. But John didn't want to change anything.

I started to have affairs. One with a Dominant man, Jim that was an excellent lover and would fuck me very well.  I liked being fucked by Jim, but I loved being the Dominant one better.

There was a married couple that was both submissive, Greg and Susan. They were terrific because I learned more about female submissiveness and how much I love the female form.

John became more and more depressed. I was getting so worried for him, and I begged him to see a psychiatrist. Finally, he did, and things were getting a lot better.

One day I came home from a business trip, and I found John naked, and in my car, he had killed himself by leaving the engine running in the garage. He left a note that said he could never please me and that he loved me. This was the worst day of my life; I really loved John but didn't know how depressed he was.

This part was difficult to write.

Miss Victoria xx