I tried to look casual as I walked up to the front door of a Beverly Hills mansion and rang the doorbell.

The neighbors would never suspect I was a professional dominatrix, but something about house calls always made me feel extra naughty. I very rarely took sessions outside of the dungeon, but couples were my favorite, and I knew Miranda and Aiden from outside of work, too. They were regulars as well as friends. Besides, what they had proposed was too intriguing to pass up.   

Aiden answered the door with a huge grin on his face.

“Welcome, Mistress. Please come in.”

He helped me out of my leather trench coat, and hung it on a peg by the door. I smirked as I noted how out of place it looked next to the collection of beige and pastel jackets hanging with it.

Aiden led me through the foyer to a gorgeously furnished living room, which looked like something out of an Ethan Allen catalog — with one exception: In the center of the room, his wife, Miranda, was naked and bound over a leather spanking bench. Her head was turned toward us, but since she was wearing a red blindfold and earplugs with noise-cancelling headphones over them, she didn’t react when we entered the room. She looked deliciously helpless and ready to be taken, but that wouldn’t be my role that evening.

Mr. and Mrs. Fletcher had been coming to see me for months at the dungeon to try to find a way to make their kinks compatible. Miranda desperately wanted to be Aiden’s little fuck toy, for him to dominate and use her. Aiden, on the other hand, was turned-on by that idea in theory, but couldn’t seem to muster the confidence to play the part when it actually came down to it. In our last session at the dungeon, we had accidentally discovered the key to making it work.

Aiden, it turned out, was turned-on by being forced to do those things to his wife, treating her in a way that was anathema to his personality. If he handed the reins over to me, it gave him permission to enjoy things that he would feel guilty or uncomfortable doing by himself. It had worked beautifully within the confines of the dungeon, but I was excited to see how it would play out in their comfort zone where there weren’t any rules.

Miranda knew I was there because the three of us had discussed the terms of the scene beforehand, but in her fantasy she was alone with Aiden, so I wasn’t going to do anything to make her aware of my presence. I was basically just going to be giving orders from the couch. 

I took a seat and arched an eyebrow expectantly at Aiden. He dropped his shorts and then fell naked to his knees before me.

“I take it she’s properly warmed up like we discussed?” I asked, flicking my eyes to his helpless wife.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. In that case, I want you to turn the Hitachi on low, and start spanking her ass.”

He silently obeyed, switching on the vibrator that was angled against her clit. Her whole body tensed before she started to push back against it, breathing heavily. She flinched again as Aiden’s palm smacked her plump cheek, but as he began to alternate cheeks in a steady rhythm, she relaxed.

“That isn’t a spanking, you fucking pussy. Harder!”

He struck her more forcefully, making a delightful smacking sound as her ass bounced. She cried out, but arched her back begging for more.

“Harder,” I ordered.

He obeyed, eliciting a series of squeals from Miranda.

“Now put these on her,” I commanded, tossing him a pair of beginner nipple clamps.

She flinched as he attached each of them, parting her lips and rolling her neck wantonly.

“Keep spanking her, but pull her hair at the same time.”

He wove his fingers through her dark hair, grabbing it in his fist. I could tell he wasn’t really pulling.

“Like you mean it!”

He groaned, spanking her even harder and yanking her hair back forcefully.

Miranda cried out again, and moaned, “Oh yeah, Daddy, pull my hair!”

 “Turn the vibrator up without releasing her hair.”

She moaned mindlessly as the hum of the vibrator got louder. She was trying to grind her clit against it, but she was tied so tightly she couldn’t move enough to get the release she craved.

“Your wife wants to get fucked, Aiden. Are you going to fuck her hard?”

“Yes, please, Mistress.”

I waited until he eagerly lined up his erection with her pussy, but just as he started to rock forward, I added, “Not with that.”

He stepped back in surprise, and looked at me with pathetically pleading eyes.

“She’s a dirty little fuck toy. We can do better than that first. Stick this in her ass and then fuck her with this until she comes,” I said, handing him a small metal butt plug and a large pink dildo.

Miranda was an anal virgin, but they had been starting to experiment with some toys, so she was taken further out of her comfort zone as he spread her ass and gently pushed the lubed up plug against her. She thrust back against it, and it slid into place easily. Aiden then pressed the dildo against her pussy lips and started to work it slowly in and out. She came before it was even all the way in.

“Now fuck her hard with it. Just as she’s about to come again, remove the nipple clamps.”

It only took a minute of him pounding her hard with the dildo before she was clearly going to climax again. He reached around to remove the clamps, causing her to thrash mindlessly as pain and pleasure collided into her release.

“Well done, slave. As your reward, now you may fuck her. Turn the vibrator all the way up, leave the plug in, and pound her as hard as you can. I better hear her screaming from my car.”

I rose from the couch and walked quietly back to the front door. I heard Aiden groan deeply as I lifted my coat from the hook, pulled it on, and opened the front door.

Exiting the house, I was treated to the deeply satisfying sounds of deeply satisfied clients.

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