By all accounts I’m the all American girl. I was raised in the midwest, Iowa to be exact. I grew up on a farm and worked from dawn till dusk, two brothers and one sister. Heavy churchgoers. Graduated both high school and college near the top of my respective classes and shortly thereafter, I married an architect. The world was my oyster and yet there was something missing.
Sex. I’m not talking a husband that ‘makes love’ to you – I mean something with more grit. Something risky. I love sex. I know it’s not supposed to be that way with women – society makes us believe we’re sluts if we enjoy it – but I love how it feels… being caught up in lust, and I love not only what I can make men do, but what lust can make me do – unleashing a part of me I have to keep hidden. The hard part: how to go about this? How do I get into a situation where I’m clearly in over my head and have lost control, but love every second of it? A place where the only way out is through. Someone that, once I walk through this door, will slam it behind me.
No doubt about it, I needed to go down a dark path but who to guide me?
For this journey I couldn’t choose a friend, so I chose an enemy.
Her and I used to be in the same sorority back in college – her name is Vicki. She’s 5’5″, 130 pounds, slightly overweight with small breasts. Thick glasses. Brunette hair always kept in a page boy cut. Wears lots of high collars. She’d only ‘been’ with one man her entire life.
His name is Mark, and he’s my husband now. I stole him from her in college.
If we haven’t met, I’m Stacy. I’m 5’10”, a trim 135 pounds with a C cup, platinum blonde hair and blue eyes.
I asked her to meet me at an out of the way, greasy spoon diner on the wrong side of town called “Ecoli’s”. I wore a black pencil skirt cut just above the knee, mid range matching heels and a white sleeveless blouse with more than a few buttons open. I tied it all together with a thin, gold colored belt and gold dolphin earrings. Vicki, for her part, wore a black broomstick skirt to her feet, white long sleeved blouse buttoned all the way up and her hair up in a bun. She had no wedding ring.
I chose a seat in the back, ordered a cup of coffee as the food here wasn’t safe to eat, and crossed my feet at the ankles. Vicki arrived to the minute and sat opposite me, and crossed her legs at the knee. She looked angry.
After the waitress dropped off a pot of coffee, she poured herself a cup and opened with, “How did you steal Mark from me, whore?”
I poured another sugar packet into my coffee and replied, ‘I fucked him. Daily. Men are easy, Vicki. All they want is sex and food and if they had to choose between them, they’ll take sex every time. I took him from you. I’m hoping that still stings.”
She gritted her teeth and slowly exhaled a breath. “Yes, bitch. I haven’t ‘been’ with anyone since and probably never will be. I’m getting older now and as I age my prospects for grabbing a husband diminish. Is that why you brought me here? To rub salt in that wound?”
My hand was shaking as I reached for my coffee. I was approaching the point of no return and I knew it. It was thrilling but terrifying. Intoxicating. I shook my head and replied, “No, I brought you here for a chance to get even with me.”
She had brought her coffee cup to her lips and stopped. Stopped drinking. Stopped breathing. She put the cup back on the table without taking a sip, put her hands on the table and interlaced her fingers, then glared at me with a grin. “Go on, please.”
For a few minutes she listened intently to me and my sexual desires… my need to go dark, and rephrased. “What you need is a Domina, Stacy. Someone to control your life and take you to the bottom of the rabbit hole – more precisely, someone that will make sure you go all… the way… down!” She said with an evil grin. “I’m more than happy to do that, but you must obey. No questions. Agreed?”
I nodded and sipped my coffee.
“Good. From now on, call me ‘Domina’. Now, get up from behind this table and follow me out to my car,” she said, standing from the table and straightening her clothes.
“Where are we going?” I asked curiously.
She shook her head. “I said no questions, whore. Do I have control or don’t I?”
I bowed my head and followed her to her car. After having me open the door for her, I got in and she said, “Take off all your clothes, whore. Now.”
I didn’t have time to argue as we were on the move. I quickly buckled myself in, but though I was expecting a long drive it was relatively short. She pulled up at a really old run down adult bookstore called, ‘Darkness’ and handed me two keys.
“I do the books for this place,” she said. “What I’m commanding you to do is legal or you wouldn’t be here. The first key gets you in the door around back. The second key gets you into a booth where you will suck cock and swallow loads all night. It’s 5 pm now. I’ll pick you up in twelve hours. No condoms! Do this and I’ll know you’re serious… or I can take you back to your car. Your choice, whore.”
“To be clear…” I began. “You want me to walk in there completely naked. No disguise, where anyone might recognize me and swallow raw cock until morning?” I asked, starting to get wet.
She nodded. “Yes. This is just the beginning. Embrace your inner whore. It’s what you want.”
I looked around the parking lot. “It’s empty, Domina. You and I are alone.”
She smiled at me. “That will change. Once you’re in that door, I’ll start making phone calls. You’re going to be busy for twelve hours. Trust me. You’re not the first bitch I’ve done this to, whore. If you ask me one more question, the deal is off,” she said reaching over and grabbing my pussy, rubbing my clit. “You fucking whore! You’re wet already! You can’t wait for this!”
The moment of truth had come and there was no denying it. I opened the door on my side and got out, then made straight for the back door. She sped away before I could change my mind.
The keys worked just as she said they would and within minutes I was in a solid iron black booth with a hole in one wall. I made sure to lock the door behind me. There was ‘caught in lust’ and then there was, ‘ending up as a skin suit’ territory and I didn’t feel like crossing it today.
Domina was right, I didn’t have to wait long. A cock slid through the hole in the wall. It was long. It was hard. It was throbbing and it was college age. The best thing about it was, I had no idea who he was! Without a moment’s hesitation, I took him deeply into my throat and furiously began to bob my head back and forth along his shaft. I cradled his cock with my tongue and closed my eyes to add to the enjoyment. I took him deep and then ever so slowly pulled him out to the base of his head while keeping suction hard and wet. I slid two fingers into my pussy and went deep, using my thumb to rub my clit. Domina was wrong about one thing – I didn’t want this, I needed it… and I was going to suck cock appropriately!
Never before had I felt so powerful. So free!
I used my free hand to stroke him while I kept his cock’s head in my mouth, then playfully licked the tip. I blew cold air on his cock for a few moments, then shoved him back into my warm mouth quickly. I heard him moan loudly on the other side of the wall, and knock. I didn’t know what that meant until he came in my mouth a few seconds later. Following orders, I gladly swallowed every drop and let him withdraw his cock from the hole.
It wasn’t but a few seconds until one took its place. The clock on the wall inside the booth said 5:30. This was going to be a fun night! I wasn’t sure where I was going to end up when it was all over, but I knew Vicki would take me all the way to the bottom of the rabbit hole.
And I’d love every second of it.