Picture of Susan courtesy of Brad

“Are you still out there and do you have any availability tomorrow night? I am looking for a unique last minute Christmas gift for my girlfriend and I am thinking you could certainly fit the bill… Brad”

I scanned the rest of the email. This is what stood out to me:

“and she likes a firm hand… consider us to be sexually adventurous… she is very submissive in bed… I will then blindfold her and hopefully you’ll arrive right around then… she is very submissive so if there is anything you want to bring or anything you want to try out… feel free”

Along with the email came the picture you see above. Now, put yourself in my shoes and ask yourself, “Who would turn this down?” The only thing that could make an email like this better is knowing that this is a business arrangement and that my time will be well-compensated. Hooray for capitalism!

I arrived at their home, a nice middle-class suburban home just outside of Charlotte. I wondered if their neighbors had any inkling about how kinky their neighbors are, or what was about to happen next door to them. I always wonder that when I meet people though. Brad met me downstairs and we sat and drank a glass of wine, discussing his gorgeous wife who was waiting upstairs blindfolded for us. In my mind, making her wait was a perfect way to begin our session. I know that feeling, the anticipation. It’s exciting to be sitting on a bed blindfolded with instructions to stay put - not knowing what is going on or when someone might walk into the room.

Soon we went upstairs and I walked into the room to see her sitting there on the bed, almost completely naked. She had on a blindfold and an unbuttoned, crisp, white shirt. Under the shirt she wore a white corset. She was sitting lotus-style and had her hands folded nicely in her lap. She was beautifully vulnerable.

“Do you like her corset? She wore it just for you, knowing that Catalina loves her Corset.”

My eyes, fixated upon her perfect form in her corset, looked up to answer without speaking.

We stood on each side of her and took the shirt off of her shoulders, revealing her perfectly shaped corseted body.

“She is here for us to enjoy. Her safe word is ‘blue’. She’s never said it before - let’s see if we can get her there,” he said to me.

“Mmmmmmm…. let’s do,” I responded, rubbing her shoulders and back so that she could adjust to my touch. She was heavenly soft and had a beautiful body that was neither too skinny nor too fat, but indeed - just right, with curves in all the right places.

He pushed her onto her back, not terribly roughly, but with enough force to show some clear control. Our hands touched her all over, with intent to confuse her just a bit so that she was unsure of who was touching where. “You have to watch her. She squirts,” he said to me.

“Oh, really?” I asked, giving her nipples a little tweak, “sounds like a very naughty girl to me. Nice girls don’t do that, you know. It’s always the slutty girls that squirt.” Insight into my own submissiveness tells me that she enjoys being a slutty girl who ends up as Daddy’s little girl, all snuggled up in his arms at the end. She responded with a moan. I whispered into her ear, “Are you a slutty girl?”

I leaned over her and licked each nipple with the tip of my tongue. I looked down her body to see her husband’s fingers enter her wet pussy. First one, then another, and finally three.

“She likes it harder than you’d think,” he said to me. He started to thrust his fingers inside of her, and she began to respond involuntarily, her hips moving into his hand. I watched, as he pushed his free hand over her pubic bone, feeling his own fingers move inside of her. I continued to suck her nipples as he fingered her. Her moans became louder and her breathing more and more ragged. I traced a trail from her nipple to her neck and began to lick and suck her neck.

“Bite her, just a little… she likes it,” he said, as he continued to finger fuck his gorgeous, submissive wife (who was being such a perfect little slut).

Suddenly he stopped and pulled his fingers out of her and flipped her over onto her stomach. His fingers went directly back into her cunt, which at this point was sopping wet. I moved closer to where he was standing to watch more closely.

“Hold her down,” he said. “She tends to get crazy when she cums, and she likes to be held down a little.”

I held her firmly onto the bed, with one hand planted on each cheek of her perfect ass. I leaned into her and bit the back of her neck slightly and she started to cum. I pinned her tightly so that he could continue to fuck her, to push her, to try to get to that “Blue” place. He still had one hand underneath her, pressing on her uterus, and she came. When she came, she squirted all over the bed and he looked up and said, “She’s even hit the wall before,” and laughed.

We gave her a second to recover from the intensity of the previous moments. We rolled her back onto her back and gave her a drink of water and checked in. She was ready for round two.

He stood near her head, his cock at her lips. “Show Catalina how well you suck my cock, Angel,” he said to her. She was anxious to show her skills and even more anxious to show off how good a cock-hungry submissive she could be.

While she sucked her husband’s cock, I began to touch her stomach and thighs lightly. “Open up, sweetheart,” I said to her, and she obediently obeyed. I spread her open and examined her slightly before putting my own fingers into her - first one, then two, reaching in to that magical spot. Taking her husband’s cue, I put my left hand just above her pubic bone and pressed down firmly. Not only did I respond to the feedback I was getting in my fingers, but I could also tell how she was feeling by watching how hungrily she sucked her husband’s cock - the better it felt, the better she sucked.

She came, sucking his cock, her screams stifled by the cock that was stuffed down her throat deep. And when she did, she completely drenched my wrist and the bed beneath her. She was unbelievably wet. It was unbelievably hot. I’ve never been a fan of squirting, per se, until now. I still don’t need to see anybody squirt 15 feet across the room, but I have never seen any woman get as wet as she did and it was undeniably hot.

We continued to use her as our toy for a while, making her cum over and over in all sorts of ways, until finally she reached critical mass. But, instead of using her safeword (bad, bad girl!) she literally jumped off the bed onto the floor, ripped off her blindfold, and panted. When she caught her breath, she looked up at me sitting on her bed, extended her hand, and said, “Hi, I’m Susan. Nice to meet you.”

I watched as he took care of her, pulling her next to him in a safe spot, kissing her forehead and blowing cold air on her face. I love to see committed couples interact — stealing that moment of intimacy is delicious. I slipped out and dressed, picked up the envelope from the kitchen table, and closed the front door behind me, leaving them to their night.

Tags: Corsets, D/s, Group Sex, Lesbian/Bi, Oral Sex, Polyamory, Sessions //