A crafty submissive’s playful ruse leads to a night of profound pleasure for him and his mistress.

“you wouldn’t believe my day,” Freddy said as he entered the living room and hung his coat on the rack in the corner.

I caught him sizing me up, and I returned the favor.

I didn’t speak. My eyes were locked on the lipstick on his collar. It was very noticeable, a pale pink smear right under his chin. I looked at it, thought about how to proceed, and then stood and came toward him. Freddy was already telling me about the disastrous lunch meeting he’d had with would-be clients, but I tuned out his complaints.

I’ll admit I was surprised by that little pink mark. Freddy and I have an open relationship, but we tell each other when we’re going to be with... Read More