I hope my beloved Mercedes will read this, as she has long been a devoted fan of your “Domination and Discipline” letters.

I am a white male in my early 60s, retired from the military, previously married but divorced for over 20 years. For about ten years after my divorce I wasn’t involved with anyone. During that time I became a workaholic, keeping at it day and night. I met Mercedes on a business trip. We became friends instantly and soon started going out.

At that time I was living with my sister. Since I didn’t get along with her, Mercedes suggested that I move in with her. Having already had a bad marriage, I was skeptical, but she convinced me that we would be happy. And she was right!

We shared everything — expenses, food shopping, cooking, cleaning. Mercedes did have one habit that put me off. When we were out clothes shopping, she would hold up articles of sexy lingerie in plain view of all of the other shoppers and ask my opinion! People would look at me with silly grins — probably the same expression I had. I told her I would no longer go into the ladies’ department with her. She smiled and said, “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. Besides, who gives a fuck what other people think?”

Even I had to admit this was a pretty small complaint, and as each day went by I found I loved Mercedes more. She asked me once if I had ever had oral sex, and I responded, “No, and I never will!” Oral sex was something that my mother had taught me was wicked.

Our sex life was pretty good, though. Mercedes knew just how to excite me, often waking me up at night by rubbing my lips with her index finger and saying, “I love you,” calling me affectionate names and so forth. Then she’d play with my pecker and get me going.

Until Mercedes I’d never made love to anybody but my ex, and my sex life with Mercedes was totally different. She drove me wild, often wearing just panties and bra around the house, teasing me, rubbing herself all over me. Once she knew that she had me excited, she would French-kiss me, sticking her tongue deep in my mouth, or she would run her tongue around the rim of my ears.

Mercedes never stopped experimenting with ways to turn me on. From time to time we came back to the subject of having oral sex, but I didn’t give in and eat her or let her eat me. She listened to my objections, never showing anger, instead teasing me about it and continuing to try to find out what excited me most.

One night Mercedes woke me up, as she had done so many times, this time rubbing my lip with her index finger and tickling my ears with her tongue, then sliding her tongue in my ear. I was terrifically turned on, and she knew she’d finally found my most sensitive spot. Keeping her tongue in one of my ears, she let her finger drift to the other. That really got me going, moaning and squirming. Normally I’m not so out of control, and it embarrassed me. I kept begging her to stop, but she ignored me. My penis got so hard that it was lying flat on my stomach, the tip even with my navel.

All of a sudden she had my penis in her mouth and I just couldn’t stop her. Overwhelmed by a series of wonderful feelings that I’d never experienced before, I could only lie there and take it. My fists kept clenching and unclenching, and I’ll be damned if my toes didn’t do the same! She was sucking me up and down so fast that I exploded in her mouth.

With come still dripping from one corner of her lips, Mercedes climbed on top of me, slid my penis inside her and began pumping away. She leaned forward, put her tongue in my ear again and retook control of me. Without letting me slip out, she rolled onto her back and wrapped her legs around me. We were both slamming away with our hips, and before long came together. Her cunt muscles squeezed my cock, sucking out my load. We held each other for a really long time, and I fell asleep on top of her. What a beautiful experience I had that first time oral sex was performed on me!

But in the morning I felt ashamed that I hadn’t been able to stop Mercedes from sucking my dick. I felt that I had degraded her, and couldn’t look her in the face. While we were drinking our coffee, she said, “I want to be sure you know that I love you very much. Last night was the most beautiful night we’ve shared, and things are only going to improve. Tonight will be even better, for both of us.”

That night after I was asleep Mercedes again woke me up. She gave me a big hug and said, “Tonight I’m going to be the ‘specialty of the house.’” She began to fondle my penis, while at the same time her tongue played around with my ears. At first I tried to move them away from her tongue. But my honey let go of my erect penis and put a finger in my right ear and her tongue in my left, and sent me spinning into orbit.

I tried to move away by shaking my head back and forth, but Mercedes held it in place. Giggling, she said, “Tonight you belong to me, to do as I please. Now you can shut up and listen or else you can start packing.”

Frightened by that, but still excited, I gave in to her, thinking she was going to suck me again. I got the surprise of my life when she got on top of me and sat right down on my face! She grabbed my head with both hands and pushed my mouth into her vagina, then kept rubbing it in my face, holding me tightly. With the fingers of one hand she held her vagina open, then pulled me closer to her.

“Put your tongue out as far as it will go!” she ordered. “Now work it around inside, touching me all over. Slide it out of my vagina and lick all around the outside. Gently! Just your tongue, no teeth! That’s right. Oh yes, that’s definitely right!” She moved up a little and said to work my tongue real fast up and down. She was moaning, and breathing faster and faster. “Keep going! Faster, faster, faster!”

The pressure of Mercedes’s hands on the back of my head kept rising. “Open wide, lover,” she panted, “I’m going to come!” I tried to move my head away but couldn’t move. She was moaning louder now, saying, “That feels fantastic! I’m coming! Keep my juice in your mouth and don’t swallow it until I tell you to.”

My mouth was filling with juice, a mixture of my saliva and the love juice that was squeezing from Mercedes’s ripe fruit. She kept twisting and rubbing herself all over my mouth, holding me tight against her with both hands. At last she told me to swallow her love juice.

When she finally released me, she sat next to me on the bed and calmly informed me, “Starting today, I am going to teach you how to be my slave.” Then she lowered herself on top of me and put my penis inside her. She began rising and falling rapidly. As she came down each time, I met her with my own hip thrust.

She stuck her tongue in my ear and, taking control of me, whispered that from now on I would be her slave and she would be my mistress, and I had to obey her without question. “Isn’t that what you want? Make up your mind!” She demanded that I reply right away.

I gave in to her, agreeing to do whatever she demanded of me. She rolled off of me to her side of the bed, reached to the floor and picked up her red panties, then said that from this moment on I had to wear her soiled panties and wasn’t allowed to wear my shorts anymore, in the house or anywhere else, even when I went to work. Then she slipped her dirty panties on me and smiled.

In the morning I discovered that Mercedes had already hidden all my boxer shorts. Until then I thought I could fool her, because she works days and I work nights and I figured I could change when she wasn’t home. I scrounged around in the laundry bin and found a pair of my boxers she had missed, and that’s what I wore the next day.

When I got home from work, around one in the morning, Mercedes was awake and waiting for me, and asked me to hand her my key to the house. I asked her why, and she said bluntly that I hadn’t worn her panties to work, so I had to leave. My pleas fell on deaf ears. Finally she said she would give me one last chance, but only if I listened to her and gave in to all her demands. Also, to show my sincerity

I had to agree to be punished first.

Once more I gave in.

We went to the kitchen and she made coffee, then said to take all my clothes off. Before I could sit down to drink my coffee, she took off her short black negligee and told me to put it on. She helped me, then took off her black panties and told me to put them on as well.

I figured this was my punishment, but Mercedes had something else in mind. After we had our coffee, she put on a shocking pink negligee and told me to get on my knees. She made me recite a promise never to disobey her anymore and always to accept whatever punishment she felt I needed.

I was getting excited by Mercedes’s request, and was getting hard from wearing her clothes. She turned around and told me to raise the negligee I was wearing. She bent over and told me to kiss both of her cheeks and say I was sorry, which I did — with ever-increasing pleasure. She instructed me to lick her asshole and to try to push my tongue in her butt, then circle my tongue really slowly inside her hole.

The smell was clean and sweet — obviously she had bathed and perfumed in preparation for what she had in mind. After several minutes of this, she turned and smiled, and told me that I was a good listener. She took a towel and put it around my neck and said,

“Now you’re going to eat my cunt until I tell you to stop, and I’m going to fill you with love juice.”

As I began my work, not nearly as unwilling as I’d been the night before, she explained exactly how she liked to be eaten. “Flip your tongue back and forth on my lips. Make me good and wet. Now put your tongue in deep. Move it around in circles.” Her breathing grew heavier and heavier. Her legs were holding my head tightly, and trembling.

“Oh, lover!” she shrieked. “I’m getting ready to come in your mouth. Open your mouth and drink my honey.” She let out a scream and twisted back and forth, rubbing her love juice all over my face. She finally stopped, then looked at me lovingly, gave me a kiss and told me to swallow her juice.

In the morning Mercedes didn’t go to work. I asked her if she was sick. “Not at all,” she replied. “I just want to make sure you have my panties on when you go to work. I’ll be waiting at the door tonight when you get home too, and you’d better have them on.”

Believe me, I did!

Since then Mercedes has moved to another state, so we don’t see each other anymore. But I’ve never had such an exciting relationship with anyone else, and I miss it desperately. If I could find someone who would dominate me as Mercedes did, I would be in heaven.