My husband and I have been dabbling in bondage for a while. Bathrobe ties around the wrists. Silk scarves to secure ankles at the corners of the bed. We’ve had a lot of fun figuring out what common household items can double as props for our kink. After a bit of experimenting, we both felt we had found our personal preferences and quirks. We had only one problem — we both craved a domme who would bring us to heel.

Enter Lady Xena, a commanding woman of Amazonian proportions. We met her during a visit to a sex club in the city, and after a bit of play and a lot of chatting, we realized she was what was missing from our sex life.

Although the club is a fun place to push boundaries, we quickly decided we would feel more comfortable submitting to Lady Xena in the privacy of our own bedroom.

Couples are Lady Xena’s specialty. She was excited to take on a husband and wife who were looking to make things a little less vanilla. But she also seemed especially interested in me. The second Lady Xena confidently crossed our threshold and entered our home, she tossed off her trench coat and transformed. The warm woman who’d patiently listened to our limits and desires instantly transformed into a domineering courtesan who quickly took control.

Lady Xena turned her attention to my husband first and commanded in a gravelly voice, “Take off your clothes.” There was no space for questions — that much was clear.

Mark stared at Lady Xena like a man transfixed. He stripped quickly, keeping his eyes on her the entire time.

Once my hubby had bared all, Lady Xena turned her attention to me: “Take. Off. Your. Clothes.”

I gaped at her for a split second, and she barked, “Did I stutter?”

Spurred into action, I whipped my dress over my head and stripped off my underwear as quickly as I could.

A vampish smile played at the corners of Lady Xena’s lips, and she purred, “Very good. Now lead me to the bedroom, my kittens.”

Mark and I both turned on our heels and led the way to the master bedroom. It was almost as though the moment had been choreographed — that was the power of Lady Xena.

When we entered the room, Lady Xena dropped the bulky leather doctor’s bag she was carrying. It hit the hardwood floor with a resounding thud.

“Stand at the foot of the bed,” she instructed. Her voice demanded our compliance.

Without hesitation, my husband and I each stepped into the space she had indicated. Then we waited, facing her.

Lady Xena bent down, giving us both an eyeful of her bare ass while she rummaged through her bag. You see, we had come straight from the club, and Lady Xena was still dressed in her bustier and garter belt. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, so when she bent to remove an item from her big bag of tricks, she treated us both to the sight of her shapely ass and pussy.

We were both blushing when Lady Xena turned to face us again. It wouldn’t do to piss off our domme on our first private evening together. While appreciating her body was certainly allowed, we didn’t want her to think we’d forgotten who was in control.

Lady Xena pinned us with a look reminiscent of a stern teacher who’d caught pupils passing a note in class. She held up a long metal bar that she’d produced from her bag. There were leather cuffs with buckles on either side. Lady Xena kept her eyes firmly fixed on mine as she said, “This is for you, my sweet. Get on the bed and spread your legs like a good girl.”

A thrill ran through me, making the tiny hairs on my arms and neck stand on end. Eager to please, I hopped up onto the bed and laid myself out spread-eagle.

Mark, on the other hand, remained in place, patiently waiting for his instructions. He only moved when Lady Xena gave a flick of her wrist, indicating he should stand to the side.

Once Mark was out of the way, Lady Xena stood at the foot of the bed, staring at me and taking in every inch of my nakedness.

When her eyes had their fill, she took hold of my ankles and gave me a quick tug until my feet were dangling off the edge of the mattress.

Lady Xena held up the shackle contraption and explained, “This, my lovely, is a spreader bar. It will hold your legs open to keep your pussy exposed.” She looked at Mark and added, “Are you paying attention over there? I want to make sure you see everything I do to this adorable wife of yours.”

“Yes, Lady Xena. I’m watching,” he said obediently, and she hummed with satisfaction.

Next, our mistress wrapped one leather strap around my ankle and secured the buckle. She made sure it was tight enough so my foot wouldn’t slip out, but still loose enough that the leather wouldn’t bite into my skin too badly. She repeated the process with my other ankle, putting me at her mercy.

She’d barely touched me, but I was already aroused and breathless.

“Come, my minion,” she called to Mark. “I want you to see your wife all trussed up and panting for me.”

Lady Xena was right; I was panting for her. My breathing had taken on a staccato rhythm, making my breasts jiggle as they rose and fell at a rapid pace.

She leaned forward, hovering over me. Her warm breath fanned across my belly, heating my skin. She skimmed her hands along the sides of my calves and swooped them behind my knees. Her fingers curled into my flesh, her fingernails scraping against my skin and sending shivers up my spine. Then Lady Xena tugged me hard, dragging my ass to the very edge of the bed.

“Do you see that? Your wife’s pussy is already soaking wet for me.”

Mark grunted before quickly adding, “Yes, Mistress.”

She leaned in closer, dipping her head between my parted thighs. I squirmed under her unrelenting gaze. 

“Look at how her labia glistens,” she murmured. “I’m going to suck on each of those swollen lips. How does that make you feel, minion?”

“Hot. Horny,” Mark replied.

“Very good,” Lady Xena answered approvingly. “Now I want you to listen to me very closely. While I eat your wife’s pussy, you’re going to get on your knees behind me and munch on my ass. Make it good. Every sound of pleasure you pull from me is going to make my lips vibrate against your wife’s cunt. You want that, don’t you?”

Mark groaned. It was a sound I knew well — one that told me he was aching for sexual release.

“Yes, Lady Xena,” he said.

Our mistress placed her forearms on the mattress. She propped herself up just enough to hover over my pussy. First, I felt the heat of her breath, then the touch of her tongue. She alternated between the two for a bit — licking my sensitive skin then expelling the softest puffs of air from her mouth. The dizzying combination made me shiver.

Finally, as promised, Lady Xena sucked on one of my pussy lips.

I groaned as my back arched off the bed. Although my legs twitched and my hips tried to rise, Lady Xena’s legs kept the spreader bar firmly against the side of the bed and seriously limited my range of movement.

The soft sound of knees hitting the floor told me Mark had taken up his position behind our mistress. Even if I hadn’t heard Mark move, I’d have known he joined the party by the way the movements of Lady Xena’s mouth changed. She was obviously being affected by his rimjob. Mark’s tongue-lashing did indeed draw a series of moans and gasps from our commanding lady. She was very vocal, and I felt every last groan rumble against my mound.

When Lady Xena jammed her fingers inside me, I started to moan, too. Usually, Mark starts things off slow with me. He’ll insert one digit at a time, gradually coaxing my pussy to open up.

But Lady Xena showed no such restraint. She plunged four fingers inside me in one fell swoop, crooking them and pushing them against the front of my pelvic wall. I groaned loudly from the delicious pressure, which seemed to please Lady Xena immensely. I swear, I could actually feel her lips lift into a smile as she continued to make a meal out of my pussy.

The bar that kept my legs spread clanged against the metal bed frame when my ass wriggled. I knew I couldn’t move freely while bound by Lady Xena’s restraints, but I couldn’t help myself. She played my pussy like a fucking fiddle, and my whole body wanted to dance for her.

Lady Xena removed her lips from my pussy just long enough to say, “Come, my lovely. Give all your sweet juices to Lady Xena.”

It didn’t take long for her to bring me to the edge. I exploded, my pussy walls rippling and twitching around her digits. Pleasure didn’t just cause my back to bow; it pulled me right on up into a sitting position. My new vantage point gave me a glorious view of Lady Xena worshiping my pussy while my husband ate her ass. The filthy sight extended my orgasm, leaving me a shivering mess, and Lady Xena seemed to approve.

After the last of my tremors subsided, she gave us each a kiss on the cheek, told Mark to fuck me good and left with her bag. But not before making plans to meet us again the very next week.