Brenda had been running errands most of the morning. After dropping the kids at school, she went to her aerobics class at the health club. Then it was off the dry cleaner, followed by what was supposed to be a quick stop at the library where she did volunteer work. That stop turned into a nearly hour long meeting. Her last stop was the supermarket before heading home.
Brenda stood at the kitchen counter and looked through the mail. Most of it was junk, but she did take time to look at the quarterly financial report from their investment firm.
Things were going remarkably well for her family. After Bill's father passed away eight years ago, they received an inheritance that put them on a firm financial footing. Not a huge amount of money but they were able to pay off their mortgage. Their home was not large but it was comfortable and in a good neighborhood. They resisted the urge to buy a more expensive home which turned out to be a good decision. They came through the housing market crisis okay and were now debit free.
Their investment portfolio was doing well. Brenda was confident about having college money for the kids. They weren't getting rich from of Bill's job with the Sheriff’s Department, but between his recent promotion to Sergeant and some overtime they were far from being broke.
Bill's side business building custom golf clubs had gone from a hobby to some pretty serious cash. They were living very comfortably within their means and doing better than most thirty-something couples they knew.
On a personal level, things couldn't be better. The kids were a joy; well most of the time. Brenda knew she had the teenage years to cope with, but she couldn't imagine life without her children. Her relationship with her husband/Master couldn't be better.
It was strange, she almost thought of him as two different men. She loved family life with her husband. With the kids at home there were a lot of limitations on their sex life, but almost all couples had to deal with that. For Brenda, the meetings with Master were the stuff dreams are made of. When she was with Master she was swept away in a fantasy world.
Brenda felt like she was having a torrid affair with a man whose sexual demands she could not resist emotionally or physically. The best part, her Master is her husband, no guilt, no fear of getting caught. At least there was no fear of getting caught by her husband. Sometimes the anxiety of others finding out about their sexual adventures weighed heavily on Brenda. She didn’t know what she would do if her friends or family found out. In spite of that she didn’t want to stop.
Brenda had given a lot of thought about her relationship with Master. She didn’t really know if it was just role play when they had their secret meetings or if she was really a slave. On the internet she had read all about 24/7 Master/slave relationships. She wasn’t sure if she could take the intensity full time. But with the kids in the house, it wasn't a decision she had to make. There would come a time when the kids graduated from school and moved out. She had a while before that was going to happen, so it wasn't something she had to worry about now.
After lunch, Brenda checked the clock, an hour and a half until she had to pick up the kids. She decided to take a look at the internet. She logged on and checked her email, then looked at a few face book pages some friends and relatives. She looked at the news for a while but her brain was elsewhere. She hit the private browsing icon and typed in 'subspace.org'.
This was the site that had first piqued her interest in Dominant/submissive relationships. It had a great deal of general information like forums, blogs and advice. There were also links to many other web sites with similar interests.
At first she just read the forums. What she read really turned her on. Then she registered so she could ask questions and get advice. She had developed some relationships with other people on the site, none of whom she ever met in person. At first she couldn't understand why anyone, including herself, would want to be a sub. After discussing this with others on the forum, someone named 'slavesuzi' explained how she got started.
"Remember how much you liked watching vampire movies when you were a girl. Remember how scared and excited you were to watch the vampire take control of the beautiful young woman. The sexual references may have been subtle, but they were always there. As a consenting adult submissive you can have those scary excited feelings right up until you orgasm."
That got Brenda's attention and made her want to know more. Communicating with other people with similar interests had a positive effect on Brenda. She remembered one of the first bits of advice she received.
"If you really want to have fun as a slave, don't always do what you're told".
That was so true. Being an occasional disobedient slave had its rewards. Other advice like safe words and stated limitations were helpful in the beginning. She had since gone beyond that. She had given herself to Master, simple as that. He could do anything he wanted to with her, anything. That level of trust didn't come easy, and it was a big responsibility for Master. He handled it well, Brenda had no complaints.
Eventually Brenda became comfortable enough to start her own blog spot on the site. She used the web name luvBnaslave. She would describe her feelings and some of her meetings with Master. Eventually she started to offer advice to others. She was getting quite a following. At the direction of her Master, she started posting photos of her own about a year ago. No full face of pictures, of course.
Brenda logged on and checked her blog. She was still getting comments on the photos and description of her last meeting at the farm house with Master. He told her to post two of the photos he had taken of her. In the first photo she was standing with her hands tied above her head. Most of her face was blocked by her forearm in that photo, but the red ball gag in her mouth, the nipple clamps, the rope and the stub of red dildo poking out of her cunt were all clearly visible.
The other photo was of her on the pony, taken from behind. The dildo still roped in her cunt and her ass bright red from Master's flogging. The comments from strangers were a big boost for Brenda's ego. Anonymous strangers saying things like "beautiful, sexy, hot, your Master is the luckiest guy in the world," always perked her up.
It had been almost a month since that meeting with her Master. She had met him twice since then but neither of those meetings were as intense as the last day at the farmhouse.
Two weeks ago Master told Brenda to meet him behind an abandoned meat packing plant. There was an old loading dock that blocked the view from the road. Master handcuffed Brenda's hands behind her back, then bent her over the back of his patrol car and fucked her from behind. This was right near the top of Brenda’s list of favorite things. Brenda had the exact fantasy the first time she saw him in uniform.
On Tuesday of last week, Master was in court all day for a trial. He told Brenda to meet him in the stairwell of the parking garage next to the courthouse during the lunch recess. She sucked his cock just before he had to return to court.
Brenda sighed with disappointment. The last day of school was at the end of next week. With the kids out of school for the summer it would be much more difficult for impromptu meetings with Master. They would still meet, but Brenda knew it would be less often and would require more planning.
Brenda surfed through the forums for a while, then took a look at the blog spot for her old friend slavesuzi. Brenda was surprised at the latest post. Slavesuzi had never posted anything indicating she was attracted to women, but today there was something different. She was describing an encounter with female Domme named Mistress Juliana.
She described the encounter in great detail, including being fucked by Mistress J (slavesuzi's abbreviation) with a strap-on dildo. Brenda clicked on a link to a photo. There was slavesuzi bent over a desk with another woman fucking her from the behind with the strap-on.
In the photo Slavesuzi was nude; Mistress J had on a black garter belt and stockings. Slavesuzi had her head turned so her face couldn't be seen, but Mistress J's face was clearly visible. Brenda had seen other photos of slavesuzi. She was a very cute Asian woman, petite with small firm tits and gorgeous smooth almond skin. Mistress J towered over her. She must have been 5ft 10in and had a powerful figure. Her tits were huge, DD or maybe E cup.
Mistress J looked to be around forty with blond hair and striking good looks. The strap-on was secured to the Mistress J's waist, upper legs and crotch with a leather harness. She had a firm grip on slavesuzi's hips. Slavesuzi’s arms stretched out in front of her, tied to the opposite edge of the desk. Her legs were spread wide, ankles tied to the legs of the desk. Imagining the hard fucking slavesuzi was getting in the photo made the tingling start to stir in Brenda's cunt.
Oh...thought Brenda. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
She couldn't take her eyes off the photo. Brenda had never had sex with another woman, but she fantasized about it often. When she was younger she told herself she was a deviate for just thinking about it. As she got older she had become a little more open minded but still couldn't imagine herself in a real sexual encounter with another woman.
Since becoming so submissive to her Master she often thought about another woman forcing her to have sex. Today she was fantasizing about the two women in the photo. She started to imagine herself as slavesuzi. Brenda could almost feel the Domme gripping her hips and fucking her. Brenda realized her hand was between her legs, her fingers rubbing gently.