That sounds like a truly interesting story. Which I would imagine I will never hear.
Still. Evocative image. :)
The Cliff Notes version:
My wife met her at a charity auction. My J has an almost infallible eye for locating those kindred souls. Longer story as to how, but it involved wine and time, but eventually it came out. He had started things off by trying to get her to be a domme. She tried. Wasn't in her. They needed help but were fearful. It's a mid-size city. Old money families on both sides. Two attorneys worried about exposure, more than anything else. We all met, talked, things progressed. They were relieved to find out I was in shall we say social parity to those stiff-necked southern traditionalists.
Pretty standard interrogation techniques worked well on them. He needed to be completely dominated. Have all power taken away and made to suffer the consequences of his actions or inactions. She needed to submit. Making her do things she didn't seem to want to do was important. Plus, and oddly enough, suffer the consequences of failing to adequately obey. I love my work. A simple example: J always pulled his clothes off of him. Pushing and jerking him around slapping him for failing to follow the simple directions that just happened to come at a pretty staccato speed. She on the other hand, had to wear a business outfit. Suit, sensible shoes, pearls. She had to strip in front of us, had to lick shoes, hold her ass cheeks apart so she could be whipped properly, etc.
He was a big guy. I'm over 6 feet and he was taller than me. She was practically a waif. Short, slender, short blonde hair, very small breasts, cute little bubble butt and so very shy. I didn't like him from the very first. A real ass. I must admit having him taped to a chair, blindfolded, whip marks across his chest from J applying one of my favorite dressage whips, listening to his rope-bound (I'm a rope freak) wife moan and beg while I ass-fucked her in their formal dining room is a very pleasant memory.
It was entertaining for a few weeks but since I really thought he was a douche, it wasn't worth continuing so I let it go. I think J would have liked to keep on since she liked the little blonde even more than I did.
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