Newwife !!
I love my wife, we are happy, have good friends and enjoy our life. On business in London, I stayed at my usual hotel and after dinner had a beer in the bar. I chatted to a young lady there and it turned out she was a Professional Mistress. I was intrigued by her work, and we did enjoy a nice chat. She proposed a session but despite being tempted I couldn’t find the time, but I did take her card. I got on with my life but unknown to me my wife found the card and decided I had paid a visit. She initially said nothing, and foolishly I didn’t spot the changes in her, more than once she talked about playing. She also reduced my sexual activity, or satisfaction and kept me horny with her sexy dressing and teasing. A night or so later after a wine or two, she suggested tying me up and I agreed. She used plastic ties to fasten my arms and feet to the bed. She then changed into sexy lace bra and pants which made my manhood beam. She toyed with me for what seemed like hours with no release, she now blindfolded me and asked me to wait a minute or so. On her return she soaped up and shaved my bits and pieces, taking care and far too long to do it. Next, I felt freezing packets being tucked around my manhood, I shouted, sshhe she said, I know you enjoy this. After far too long I felt her playing again, worrying what she was up to, then cheerfully she told me it was time for pleasure. Changing her position, she wafted her panties across my face, and wrapped her thighs round my head, pushing herself into my face, make it last, she whispered, I have worked hard on you. Even before starting my pain down there creased me up, but I was told to stop whinging and do my job. I almost dived in, opening her petals with my tongue, tasting her fragrance, which put Chanel to shame. I eventually found her krypton spot, before long she exploded into my face like a high-pressure hose, the best face cream ever, she was starting to relax. I tried to chat as she climbed off, but she said, I’m tired, tomorrow, I worried I was to be left tied, but she cut through the tabs and turned over and went to sleep. I fiddled with what I now knew was a tightly fastened cage, it was all metal. She simply ignored my complaints telling me whispering tomorrow.By the time I was showered the next morning my wife had left for work. There were rules on the table. Separate bedrooms, we both clean half the house, cook half the meals etc. etc. I messaged her a couple of times, asking what was wrong and telling her I needed her. No response until late afternoon she rung and asked me to order a takeaway as she would be late home. When she did arrive, she looked stunning, she had changed her hair and was dressed as if off to a dinner. We chatted and I raised the issue of my cage, after dinner, she said. We enjoyed a glass of wine in the lounge, she showed me the Mistresses’ card, you enjoy submitting so now decide if you want to submit to me or some other woman. I tried to explain that I had never visited, simply met in a bar but to no avail. Do you want another woman she asked, if not, you will have to show me you deserve me and that won’t be easy. You are going to earn release and a lot harder will be earning my respect, I thought we had an honest relationship, but it seems not. It’s separate bedrooms and you stay locked up, or if you prefer release now, you go to her. She said, don’t mess with the lock, do that and you will need a locksmith or worse.We had friends coming for dinner on the Saturday and I worked hard to get everything ready, I cleaned and tidied, cooked the meal and even acted as wine waiter while she just enjoyed the evening dressed in an impossibly sexy outfit and accepting drinks when offered. She was flirting outrageously and quite dismissive of me.Next morning, I took her a breakfast up to her bed, with everything on a lap tray, and tried again to tell her how I got the card, but she just wasn’t in the mood. She was reading the ‘Femdom for Nice Girls’ magazine and highlighting bits of it. She thanked me but kept reading, so I left her to it taking the hint. 30 minutes later I received a text, it simply said send me a nude picture, and a close up of your cage. I didn’t know what to do, but I decided I would do as asked and did so. Quite nice she messaged back, I have finished my chapter, have you time to provide oral, you need the practice, I was up there in a flash, and she was sitting up, her breasts bare, the bedcovers down and only a small nightdress over her thighs. She was still reading, or pretending to, but bent her legs and opened them wide so I could get to work. As I did so she clasped my head with her thighs and asked me to look at her while I worked, as I did so she took a picture, you look nice like that she said, you should do it more often.I was really messy again when finished, she asked me what was for dinner. I had never cooked Sunday lunch but now apparently, I would. We had a quiet day and I avoided talk about cages, or Mistresses and she continued reading and marking her magazine. During Monday, I texted her at work telling her that I loved her, organised lovely flowers but little response, I’m off to the gym after work she texted, and will eat out, see you later and take care. On her return, she was nice and chatted as if life was back to normal. She made a coffee and I asked if she was to enjoy oral tonight, she simply took her coffee to bed. I rung her at work on Tuesday, but she had slipped out of her shop so I rung later and she was nice. I suggested going out to dinner, and she said that would be nice, telling me she had bought something. I decided to leave work early and bought more flowers and tidied the kitchen. When home she kissed me on the cheek, she had a large folder but asked that we open it when we returned from dinner. It was like old times, she was joking, happy, and incredibly beautiful, she had obviously prepared very carefully. Back home and I made a coffee and asked to see what was in the folder. She opened it and unveiled 3 20”x16” pictures, one of me naked in my cage, the close up and the last, me providing oral service. The quality was very professional, and the detail enhanced if anything. What are these I demanded, she said quite calmly, it’s you, if you are going to leave me then I thought some pictures would be nice. She had used a friend who did advertising for her to do them, you can put them up for me in my bedroom, I can tell you which to put where! What about the document?I hadn’t seen the document, so she passed it to me, it had two options / and rules.OPTION 1, go to your Mistress but don’t come back, OPTION 2, stay, but I’m your Mistress and these rules apply from now. You stay locked until I decide you can be released. You will be tied monthly to allow cleaning and shaving.A rota sets out which rooms each cleanYou must learn to iron your own clothes, cleaning and washing.A similar rota for cooking days, exchange is possible by negotiation only. You must stay clean and tidy in the house and always be polite.You must ask to provide oral service and I will judge performance / frequency. You must provide breakfast in bed on weekends.I will judge all performances and punish any below par. You can select, corporal punishment, or lengthened caging. I have the right to introduce new games into the bedroom.I will decide punishment values with no discussion allowed.You must always use Miss in private unless I allow anything different. There would be a review in 6 months plus any earned extra weeks. To be continued……………….
