Published by Stroker Chase at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 by Stroker Chase
Cover Model: Laurie Foster
My wife, Joan, rushed over to the door. She knew what was coming in the mail, and hopped up and down in excitement. She quickly grabbed the box from the deliverer, and said “thank you” quickly. It seemed a little rude for her, but then again, she was horny, and when she was horny, my girl could be wild.
Joan was a beauty. Long hair, long legs, and a round, juicy ass. Her breast were huge too. The total package. I watched her get down on her knees in front of me and rip open the box.
She pulled out the packaging. Three boxes. One, a whip. Another, a leather cat suit for her, and the third, a pair of nipple clamps. I knew she was most looking forward to the whip. Joan confessed to me how she wanted to be whipped one night. She wanted me to whip her raw and red. Needless to say, the night ended with us fucking hard and rough.
“Why don’t you go try on that suit? And I’ll have the whip ready for you when you come out.”
Joan smiled at me. I loved that smile. Her sexual appetite was strong, and she had always been pretty adventurous with sex, but after a couple of years of marriage, now she was moving even faster. I had always commented how Joan was so submissive. And she had vehemently denied it.
But we knew the truth. Finally, she had told me. She said she had always been interested in being dominated. I never knew just how interested in it she was until now! She was reading hot bondage stories on line, and one day I came home to her masturbating to some kinky fetish porn.
“Oh wait, there’s something else in here!”
It was a promotional pamphlet. On the cover was a woman with raven black hair in a deep black corset. “Mistress Bethany’s Dominatrix Dungeon” it said in bloody red text next to her.
“This place is actually pretty close to us.”
“What is it?”
“It says…’Dominatrix training camp. Learn to be a Master, and learn to be a Slave.’ Let’s go!”
My wife bopped up and down on her knees. I was mesmerized by her breast bouncing up and down. She really wanted to go to a dungeon? We had just gotten a whip in the mail, but if it involved dominating her, and using her, I was all for it. If she was horny, I was horny. This seemed a little extreme though. I didn’t know if I was ready.
“They have Masters on hand, and they have a team of slaves to be trained.”
She handed me the booklet. I turned the page and saw the various locations in the dungeon: there were rooms for every fetish. Then there was a line up of girls, all dressed up in open blouses and short skirts. All had collars around them.
It said, “Slaves at your command. Learn to be a Master with our slaves.”
“I’m going to go put my outfit on.”
Joan leaned down and kissed me. She noticed I was engrossed with the pamphlet after I saw the slaves. She knew we would be headed there soon.
“OK honey, I’ll be waiting.”
She headed into the bedroom to change.
***
We pulled up to Mistress Bethany’s, which was just as described in the ad. It was a tall castle, made out of old stone. There was a lot of history in those stones. We headed out of the car and towards the entrance, a pair of metal doors. I wondered how they had managed to secure such a historic site. It looked quite impressive, and almost too old, like a haunted castle.
I grabbed my wife’s hand. We had talked about what might happen inside. We had called up, and they had asked us if we would be opposed to swinging. My wife and I decided that we would split up. She would do the training to be a slave, and I would do the training to be the Master.