I’m writing to tell how my wife has come to dominate me sexually. I’m not sure where my submissive streak comes from. I didn’t even know it was there until a few years ago, when I noticed myself being strangely drawn to the Variations letters on female domination. I’d read them again and again, and they always left me with a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach and a raging hard-on.

I talked to my wife about these letters, hinting around that I’d like to try out female domination, but she wasn’t that interested. She was even irritated when I decided one night to force the issue by greeting her on my knees as she came out oi the shower. I was naked and kneeling, and all I said was, "If there’s anything you’d like me to do for you, please tell me and I’ll do it." She said that if I was eager to be of service, I could dry her off, but that she wasn’t really in the mood right then for my fantasies.

Her mood changed, though, as I dried her off, and in a few minutes, in a voice that was still angry but also husky with desire. she told me that if I was really so interested in being her slave, I should know without being told when she was horny and wanted her pussy licked. I immediately took the hint and brought her off with my tongue right there in the bathroom.

Later that night she whispered in my ear that I should be careful about asking to be dominated, because she had a feeling that once she started dominating me, she wouldn’t be able to stop. She didn’t know what she might want to do, she said, and the man who thought that he could be her slave had better be ready for anything. I almost blacked out when I came, and next morning I left a note thanking her for an incredible night and finishing with a one-sentence message: "I want to be your slave, and I am ready for anything."

After that, things moved pretty fast. My wife-or my mistress, as I call her now-began to enjoy her role more and more as it dawned on her that she could have things absolutely her way and that the more she demanded of me, the happier and harder I got. Gradually we stopped socializing with people who didn’t seem like they’d be sympathetic to our new lifestyle, and my mistress, who has a very successful career in public relations, began resenting the fact that my job with a local department store was interfering with my services to her, taking up too much of my time and imposing a need for discretion.

So about six months ago, she told me that I was quitting my job-she had already given notice for me, in fact-and that we were moving all the way across the country to Orange County, where she had gotten an excellent new job and, more important, where she had located a network of dominant/submissive couples. In our new home and with our new friends, my slavery would be completely taken for granted, and I didn’t need to worry about not having a job, because I would have plenty to do.

And I do. Since we moved here, I have devoted myself completely to my mistress’ needs and desires, and I am happier than I have ever been. In the daytime I take care of our home and also work out to keep myself in shape for my mistress. Frequently she calls me to her office to bring her something she needs or, often, because she feels like a quick orgasm. When she calls me, I rush to her and go down on her wherever she wants, usually kneeling down under her desk, where I can lift up her skirt and began kissing and licking her beautiful pussy. Sometimes she keeps me there for hours, just pushing my head away when she needs to concentrate on something or when somebody comes into the room to talk to her.

Sometimes I don’t even know if her visitors are aware of my presence, but I think they usually are, and quite often, with her women visitors especially, she has me keep on licking her and asks them if they mind waiting a minute while she finishes coming. More than once her visitor has said that she doesn’t mind at all and, in fact, that she’s a little horny herself. Once my mistress sent me to kneel before her guest, and I had to do an extra-good job on the guest’s pussy, because I wanted my mistress to be proud of her slave and because I’d be punished later if I didn’t. After they both had come, they got down to business and I excused myself quietly and left.

But mostly it’s in the evenings when I am really put through my paces. We have guests almost every night, clients or business connections of my mistress’, and a lot of other sexually adventurous friends and acquaintances. I am kept very busy serving drinks and snacks, and I am also the evening’s entertainment, providing whatever sexual services my mistress of her guests want. If the guests are newcomers or my mistress thinks they might be easily shocked, then I am dressed, but usually I am naked throughout the evening to make my slave status clear.

My mistress doesn’t enjoy spanking or whipping me, but she does like to humiliate me sometimes by showing just how slavish I truly am. For one party, she had me kneel in front of her as a footrest all evening. Sometimes, if the guests play games or cards, she uses me as a prize, and the winner is rewarded by getting to use me in whatever way he or she wants.

I must be doing a good job, because recently my mistress has begun giving me to special customers and prospective clients for an evening or a weekend, and, as far as I can tell, business is booming. Almost every week, I am ordered to go to a room at the posh hotel where business visitors usually stay and to offer myself, with my mistress’ compliments, to whoever answers the door.

Most of the clients are friendly and beautiful women who enjoy being petted and pampered, massaged and licked and fucked. Some are much harsher and like to tie me up or spank me or test the limits of my obedience, as if they don’t really believe that I’ll do anything they command. I love every minute of it, because I know that I am doing what my mistress wants. Life is wonderful!