Once a Domme, Always a Domme - Part 1 (Patreon)

I'll bet you think you know your wife better than anyone (or your girlfriend or partner or however you refer to her). I'll bet you think you know every little thing about her. I'll bet you think you don't keep any secrets - meaningful ones, at least - from each other. I'll bet you're wrong, though.

Or maybe I'm just projecting. I thought I knew everything about my wife. Every little thing. I was especially confident that I knew what turned her on, that I understood the keys to her sexual satisfaction.

It was embarrassing to discover that I was wrong about that last part, that I didn't actually possess anywhere near the knowledge I thought I did. I will say, though, that my lack of knowledge wasn't entirely my fault. Lily (given name Lilith, which she'd abandoned in favor of Lily when she was in high school as an act of rebellion that proved rather silly since everyone agreed she was more of a Lily than a Lilith anyway) hadn't been especially forthcoming about a set of desires she'd largely kept hidden for the first four years of our marriage, right up until the day that everything changed.

Before we get to that day, let me give you a bit of background. I'm Adam, your narrator for this tale. I was born and raised in Colorado and still reside their - Boulder, if you must know - with Lily, who I met at a friend's party. She looked radiantly beautiful with a sweaty beer bottle in her hand - it was summer - and her hair pulled into a tight ponytail. She wore a slightly cropped t-shirt with what looked like a band logo on it - I'd never heard of the band - and a pair of jeans and she managed to make the casual ensemble look utterly irresistible.

I summoned every ounce of charm I had as I flirted with Lily that night and after a few hours managed to score a date. That date went exceptionally well and led to a bunch more, which led to us living together, which led to me proposing, which led to us getting married, which led to us buying a house in Boulder, which led to us having a blissful four years of marriage before everything changed.

Now, let's get to the big moment. The instant our marriage - and my life - changed.

It was actually quite a small thing. It was something I could have missed entirely.

We were at a restaurant. We were seated outdoors in their patio area in front of the sidewalk. I'd gotten up to go to the bathroom and when I came back I saw Lily talking with a guy who was on the sidewalk.

Neither of them seemed to notice me as I came closer. There was nothing unusual about the conversation. It struck me that they knew each other based on Lily's body language. At the very least she wasn't the slightest bit threatened or weirded out by him.

As I got closer I heard him say, "I loved serving you, mistress. I wish I could serve you again."

Lily then replied with, "I don't do that anymore."

She then turned and saw me approaching. I was utterly confused by what I'd heard, but the brief look of panic on Lily's face made me think it was meaningful in some manner.

Lily waved her hand and the guy walked away before I got a chance to introduce myself. I sat across from my wife and she looked down at her plate for a few seconds, then stared out at the street, then took a big gulp of water. Her hand shook a little as she set the glass down and she reached up and used the sleeve of her shirt to wipe her lips clean, which was unusual for her.

I watched all of this unfold over the course of a few seconds while trying to parse the very end of the conversation I'd heard. I looked past Lily and saw the guy she'd been talking with glance over his shoulder as if he couldn't resist one last look, even if that look was of the back of her head.

"Who was that?" I asked.

She looked uncomfortable. "Someone I used to know."

It was almost certainly an honest answer, but it was evasive as hell. Now, in addition to being curious about the guy, I was curious as to why she was being evasive.

"Mistress?" I asked.

She looked at me and held my gaze as the seconds ticked by without either of us saying a word. "He was a client," she finally said.

The picture got a little clearer, though not entirely so. "A client?"

She looked away again and her hands disappeared under the table. Her arms moved and it seemed that she was rubbing her legs while gently rocking back and forth. I wasn't sure I'd ever seen Lily act in such a nervous, fidgety manner.

"Adam...I...before we met...and for a little while when we dated...I had a side job."

"Okay," I said while trying my best not to make any assumptions. "What kind of side job?"

She sighed and her shoulders sank as if she was admitting defeat in an argument we weren't actually having. Lily rested her hands on the table, glanced around, and leaned forward to say, "I was a dominatrix."

Now, you might have guessed that's what she was going to say. It was not what I was expecting her to say, though. I'm not an idiot, but I just wasn't familiar enough with the world of fetish to understand that the guy saying he missed serving Lily meant that she'd been his dominatrix. I really hadn't.

That's why I didn't say anything in response to her confession. I was confused more than anything. I was also sort of baffled that she'd done that job while we were dating and I hadn't known anything about it. That was the first taste of feeling like I definitely didn't know nearly as much about my wife as I thought I did.

"So...well...what does that mean, exactly?" I asked.

She took a deep breath and studied my face, perhaps trying to discern if I was asking for real or if I was trying to punish her via making her explain what a dominatrix was.

Again her shoulders sank a little. "It means men paid me to dominate them."

It was at this point that I was surprised - and I really do mean surprised - to feel just a hint of inexplicable excitement. It was the oddest thing and it was so considerable that I sat back like a strong wind had blown through the patio and pushed my body back. I felt my eyes go wide as I grappled with the unexpected excitement and then I felt my lips curl into a slight smile.

Now, I'm not saying sexual excitement. I didn't get hard. I didn't feel that weird tingling in my balls. It was just general excitement, like my senses had come alive in a way they hadn't been just a second prior. It was weird, but it was kind of fun, too.

"I have a million questions," I said.

Lily studied my face again and then she smiled. Not a big smile. Not a bright smile. But the kind of smile that says 'I'm pretty sure we're not going to have a huge fight about this and that makes me happy.'

"This probably isn't the place to have that conversation, though," I added. "How about we get the check?"

She nodded and I signaled for the check and then reached across the table, took her hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze. She offered another smile - this one a little brighter and more hopeful - and then I pulled out my credit card to give to the waiter.

I paid the bill and we headed for the car, holding hands the entire way. I moved to let her hand go so I could get into the car and Lily pulled me close for what ended up being a long and rather lovely kiss. No tongue. No lustiness. Just a long kiss.

On another day I might have inquired as to why she'd offered that particular kiss, but I kept quiet. Instead, I smiled, opened the door for her, and gently shut it as she got in. I then got behind the wheel, turned on the car, and looked at my wife.

"How does someone end up getting a job as a dominatrix?" I asked.

I put the car in drive and pulled away from the curb. I heard Lily take a deep breath - my eyes were on the road - and she said, "I got the job through a sorority sister of mine. It was my junior year and my parents had informed me that they'd no longer be able to cover my college expenses because my dad had lost his job. I sent an email to the entire sorority asking about job opportunities. I got a whole bunch of responses, none of which paid especially well."

I did a bit of quick math in my head and figured that Lily had likely spent half a decade working as a dominatrix if she'd still been doing it when we started dating. Some equally quick reasoning resulted in the assumption that she might have liked the job. Either that or it paid incredibly well because half a decade at any job is a long time.

"A few days later I was at the sorority house and this girl - June - pulled me aside. We were good friends, actually, and she said she had a good job opportunity for me as long as I swore not to talk about it with anyone else, even if I decided I didn't want to do it."

I'd never met June and I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to their friendship, though that wasn't a particularly useful thought in the moment.

"She told me she worked as a dominatrix and that she had a few clients that wanted to be dominated by two women at the same time and that they paid incredibly well. She told me there wouldn't be any sex and that I wouldn't have to touch a dick or anything like that."

"So you did it?" I asked.

"I asked her how much it paid," Lily replied. "She told me $1000 for two hours worth of work. She told me it could pay better than that if it went well, too."

"Wow. That's a lot of money."

"That was a shitload of money for me back then," she corrected me. "I mean, a shitload."

I don't know why, but I felt that sense of excitement again. Looking back, I'm pretty sure it's because I was learning something new about my wife. Perhaps I should have been frustrated by that - that she'd kept a secret - but I wasn't. It was like being on a first date again and I was utterly fascinated.

"So you did it?" I asked.

"I did," she said.

Her voice was flat and quiet. I tried my best to discern her feelings on the subject based on her tone, but Lily revealed nothing, which was fairly impressive. The fact that she was willing to talk about it likely meant she wasn't ashamed of the job she'd worked and likely meant she didn't view it as traumatizing, but I didn't want to push her beyond what she was comfortable with.

"What did the guy want? I mean, what does a dominatrix actually do when she's getting paid?"

"He was into humiliation. The first guy, that is. He wanted to be humiliated by two women. Or, as June put it, he wanted to be humiliated by two beautiful young woman dressed in tight leather," Lily explained.

That was the first moment I pictured my wife dressed in the typical dominatrix gear. Leather boots. Leather gloves. Leather pants. The whole thing. I'm not sure exactly how she was dressed for that first session, but I'll admit that the image I conjured in my head was fairly hot. I also noted that I wasn't sure I'd ever seen Lily dressed in leather of any kind. I don't think she'd even owned leather boots in the time I'd known her.

"Did you dress in leather?" I asked. The moment the question left my lips I heard the sense of intrigue in my voice. I hadn't been conscious of it, but it was obvious upon asking that I was a little bit excited at the idea of Lily dressed in leather. If she heard the sense of intrigue, though, she made no mention of it.

"I did. We both did. June let me borrow some of her stuff - half her closet was full of different outfits - and we met the guy at a building downtown that rented out rooms to women that did the sort of thing June did," Lily explained. "We were both in the room in our outfits when he came in. June had given me a riding crop and she had a flogger in her hand."

At that point it still felt like Lily was talking about an entirely different person as I couldn't quite wrap my head around the idea that my wife had dressed up in leather and held a riding crop to humiliate a guy that got off on that sort of thing.

"June had briefed me ahead of time about the guy. How he liked verbal humiliation. How he liked to be told that he couldn't possibly satisfy a woman. How he was especially fond of being told that his dick was too small."

"Was it?" I asked.

"Not really," she said. "He was average. It didn't really matter, though. He was just really, really turned on by hearing that his dick wasn't good enough."

I heard something in her voice as she said that last part. Something distinct. I was fairly certain it was either a sense of appreciation for the guy's desires or just a hint of arousal. I didn't ask - it didn't seem like the right time to probe that sort of thing - but there was definitely something in her voice as she talked about the thing that turned this guy on.

"And so, did you give him what he wanted?" I asked.

"We did, and it turned out that I was good at it. June said that I was a natural. The guy loved it, too. He actually...well..."

She trailed off like she was suddenly worried she'd be revealing too much, which only served to make me more curious. "He what?"

"It was the first time I'd seen a man cum without having his cock touched. I didn't even know that was possible."

"He came during the session?" I asked.

"He did. Most guys..."

Again she trailed off and this time I decided not to push, because I was pretty sure she was going to say, 'Most guys cum during their sessions,' and that she might have been less than eager to confess that she'd made a whole lot of guys cum. It was probably the right choice as I distinctly remember feeling a little unmoored by the mere thought of it.

"Anyway, he gave us both an extra $500, which means I earned $1500 for two hours worth of work, and it wasn't particularly difficult work."

I was impressed, honestly. I mean, of course she started working as a dominatrix. Who wouldn't when the pay was that good?

"So then you kept doing it?"

"Yes," Lily answered.

I pulled into our driveway at that point. The car idled as the garage door opened and I pulled in, turned off the car, and reached over to take her hand in mine. When she looked at me I saw worry in her eyes. She seemed more vulnerable than usual, like she was suddenly very worried about her future, about our future.

"I love you, Lily," I said. "And I find myself utterly fascinated by your previous career and I'd really like to hear more about it. But, if that's too much to ask or if you just hate talking about this time in your life then we can just set it aside."

Her eyes welled up, though no tears formed. Instead, she smiled, leaned over, and kissed me softly. I parted my lips - hoping that the kiss might get a bit more intimate - and Lily did the same. For a few seconds our tongues indulged in a gentle dance before I pulled back, caressed her face, and smiled.

"Let's open a bottle of wine," she said.

"Okay," I replied.

We went inside, I grabbed a bottle of wine and poured two glasses. Lily took one and led me to the living room where we sat on our plush, insanely comfortable couch to continue the conversation.

"I worked exclusively with June for the first few months. I was making enough money to cover my tuition and that was really all I needed. Plus, I didn't have anywhere near enough confidence to do a session on my own."

"When did you get that confidence?" I asked. "Assuming you did."

"June gave me a client, basically. He wanted a brunette. She had wigs that she'd wear when a guy had a specific hair color in mind, but this guy insisted on a real brunette. June suggested that I take him on as my first solo client. She introduced us, explained that he would be the first client I'd taken on as a solo domme, and then we had coffee together as a sort of...I don't know, feeling out process."

"Kind of like a really safe first date," I said.

Lily smiled and nodded. "Sort of, yeah. The goal was the same. First, try and discern if he's a psycho or not, and then try and discern if he's someone I could actually work with."

I remember thinking that the lives of men and women were sometimes very different. Never in my life had I tried to assess whether a woman was a psycho - the kind that could physically harm me, at least - and yet I imagine most women run through that assessment with every single man they go on a date with, perhaps every man that flirts with them.

"And he turned out to be someone you could work with?" I asked.

"Yes. He was actually my longest-lasting client. He was one of the few I kept working with while you and I were dating."

I felt jealous in that moment. That was absurd, of course, but I felt jealous at the idea that Lily's attentions were divided while our relationship was blossoming. That's a pretty selfish thing to feel - she was paying the bills, after all - but I still felt it. I pushed it down, though, doing my very best to make sure she didn't see those feelings play out on my face as we talked.

"So it was a good relationship...or business arrangement I guess?" I asked.

She nodded and looked down into her wine glass. I surmised that a memory was playing out in her head - or perhaps just a certain feeling associated with this guy - but it passed after a few seconds and she looked up at me again.

"It was a very good business arrangement. I lucked out with him, I think."

That sparked my curiosity. "Lucked out how?"

Lily shifted her legs and ran a hand down her thigh and back up again, though it struck me as a self-soothing gesture. "He was a submissive. A real submissive, I mean. I didn't know that at first. I honestly didn't know what that even meant at first. I understand it now, though."

"So what does that mean? That he was a real submissive."

She looked at me and smiled in a manner that made me think she appreciated the fact that I didn't understand what she was talking about. "It was actual submission and service that turned him on. He didn't have a specific desire. His desire was to serve me, to submit to my desires, to do what pleased me."

I sort of got what she was saying, but I think Lily could see that I didn't entirely understand it.

"Most guys that go to a dominatrix do so with a specific fantasy. Like the first session I did. That guy got off on being humiliated and in particular on being humiliated about the size of his cock. Some guys want to be spanked and called names. Some guys want their cocks and balls abused. Some guys want to be smothered. Some guys get off on having a little metal rod shoved in their dicks."

I felt my balls tingle - in a bad way - at the mere suggestion of the last one. I mean, fuck, that sounded awful.

"This guy - let's call him Alex - got off on the idea of making me happy. Of satisfying me. Of serving my needs. And I say that I got lucky with him because having him be my first client meant that I got to explore being dominant in the ways that I was comfortable with."

I nodded. It made sense to me. It was a bit of a struggle to fully wrap my head around it, but from a certain perspective it made perfect sense.

"He still liked the domme look - the leather, the latex, the fishnets, all that - but he really was into genuine submission. He liked the idea of me being relatively new to domination, too. He liked being my guinea pig, in a way. He liked helping me discover..."

She trailed off and I thought about not pushing it, but I had to. "Discover what?"

Lily looked at me and almost immediately looked away. She stared into her wine glass and swirled the red liquid before looking up at me once more and saying, "He liked helping me discover my dominant side."

Now, it will likely come as no surprise to you that Lily has a dominant side. However, it was quite a surprise to me - at the time - to hear her express that she had a dominant side. I couldn't think of a time where I'd met that dominant side, where she'd demonstrated it even in a small way. I really couldn't. So then I sort of panicked and wondered if I was an idiot that hadn't noticed it or if Lily has simply chosen to repress that side of herself because I wasn't into being with a dominant woman.

"I was nervous the first time I saw him solo. I got a room at the same place where June rented. I wore latex boots, these tight little leather shorts, and a tight sleeveless leather top. It was a turtleneck, really, as it went all the way up. I borrowed it all from June," she continued.

"So, how did it go? Did you get over the nerves for that first session?" I asked. I was genuinely curious, too. Actually, I was enraptured. The whole thing was so fascinating to me.

"It was a little strange at first. He came into the room and got on his knees. He looked up at me and asked how he could serve. And after he asked I had no answer for him. I panicked. My brain emptied out."

"That sounds awful."

Lily laughed. "It was. I felt like a failure. I tried my best not to let my panic show, took a deep breath, and thought about what I wanted in that moment. I decided that a foot massage would be lovely. I mean, what woman doesn't love a foot massage. But the session was an hour long, so I needed to take my time. Which was why I ordered him to kiss my boots."

I tried to imagine my wife ordering a man to kiss her boots. It was a struggle, honestly, and Lily seemed to see that on my face.

"What?" she asked.

I smiled. "Sorry. I'm literally trying to imagine you ordering someone to kiss your boots and for whatever reason I can't quite get there."

She leaned over, kissed my cheek, and then set her glass on the coffee table. She got up, moved away from the couch so I could see her from head to toe, extended one of her feet and put her hands on her hips.

Lily smiled - a decidedly seductive smile, though - and pointed at her foot as she said, "Get on your knees and kiss my boots." Her voice was a little deeper and there was a firmness to it that took me by surprise. The command was compelling and I could instantly see where the kind of man she'd described - a submissive man - would find it enthralling to do as she'd instructed.

"Okay, I can see it," I replied.

There was another smile from Lily, but this one was of pure delight. I couldn't discern the source of that delight, but it was there. She sat back down - this time a little closer to me - and grabbed her glass once more. She took a sip - and so did I - and then gave me another kiss on the cheek.

"So, I ordered him to kiss my boots and he did it," she said. "But it was his excitement at doing it that I took note of. It was obvious from the way he moved and the way he looked up at me after he'd done it that it really, genuinely excited him to kiss my boots. I...I enjoyed that excitement. I enjoyed having the power to make him feel that excited, that turned on. Something really clicked for me in that moment. So then I ordered him to lick my boots."

Her face lit up a little as she said it. She was reliving a good memory. One that seemingly excited her. I liked that. I liked watching that. It was the last thing I expected we'd be talking about that day, but I really wasn't at all bothered by this hidden part of her past.

"Did he lick them?"

"He did," she said. "He enjoyed that even more than the kissing, I think. Or he certainly seemed more excited. Perhaps, though, he sensed that I was actually a little more excited to see him lick my boots. Which I kind of was. I actually was interested to see if he'd do it, if he'd go a little further simply because I'd told him to."

I could see where that sort of thing would be hot to a dominatrix.

"After the boot licking - which went on for a while with some dirty talk from me - I sat in a rather ornate chair in the corner of the room. I sat there in total silence for a little bit and then demanded that he crawl to me."

Her face lit up again. She was thoroughly enjoying the memory and I was getting caught up in her enjoyment. "Did he crawl?"

She nodded and sipped her wine. "He did. He looked at me while he crawled over and I saw desire on his face and in his eyes."

I wondered if it was desire I was seeing on Lily's face and in her eyes in that moment.

"As he got closer, I lifted one of my legs and showed him the bottom of my boot."

I suspected I knew what was coming next.

"I told him to lick it," she said.

"Did he?"

Lily nodded and her pupils got a little bigger. She ran her fingers over the rim of the wine glass. She uncrossed and then crossed her legs. "He did. I told him to hold my gaze as he did. He stared into my eyes and licked the bottom of my boot. It was the first time I heard him moan. I remember glancing between his legs and seeing that he was hard."

I marveled at the idea of a man getting hard as he licked the bottom of a woman's boot. I didn't judge him, though. Not even a little. In fact, I distinctly remember wondering what it would be like to be the sort of man that could get so turned on at something like that. Would that be a good thing? Would it be a curse?

"I don't know why," Lily continued, "but when I saw the bulge in his pants I asked him if it would turn him on to be able to fuck my boots. If I held my legs together and let him slide his dick between them, would it turn him on."

I marveled again, this time at my wife's imagination in that moment with her client. It seemed clear that she really was good at that job, as only a woman that was good at being a dominatrix would ask that sort of thing.

"He admitted that it would turn him on to be able to do that," she said. "Which actually felt like a valuable lesson. He was a submissive - a true sub - but of course there were still things that had nothing to do with me that would turn him on. It would prove to be a valuable lesson down the line as I grew more confident with making demands of him and offering certain things as a reward."

"Like fucking your boots?"

She nodded. "Yes, like fucking my boots. To most men it wouldn't be a reward to get on your knees in front of a woman and slide your cock between her shiny latex boots that are lubed with your precum. To most men that would feel pathetic, but to him it was a turn on. Though the fact that it was, in fact, pathetic was part of the turn on."

She looked away for a few moments and smiled. "Are you thinking about him fucking your boots?" I asked. I was just a little bit buzzed at that point and my tongue had clearly gotten a bit looser.

"Yes," she admitted, though Lily added no further comment and I shied away from asking a follow up. After another sip of wine she continued, "I didn't let him fuck my boots that day, though. Instead, after having him lick the bottom of both of them - and damn near lick them clean, honestly - I had him take my boots off. I made him use his teeth to pull down the zipper before he could take the boots off. I made sure he didn't touch my skin while he did so, either. Then I made him beg for the chance to give me a foot rub, for the chance to give me the pleasure that a foot rub would bring."

It wasn't until that point that I noticed her nipples were hard. It could have been that it was chilly in the living room, but I was certain it was because she was turned on. I remember really liking that she was turned on.

"Did he give a good foot rub?" I asked.

"It was exceptional."

For some reason I felt jealous again. Exceptionally jealous, in fact. Like any jealous and slightly insecure man would have, I asked, "A better foot rub than I give?"

"I don't know," she replied. "It's been a while since you've given me a foot rub."

"Really?"

Lily nodded and I instantly finished off the rest of my wine, set my glass on the table, and pulled her feet into my lap. I yanked her shoes off, tossed them on the floor, and started in on a foot rub.

Lily closed her eyes and moaned softly. "That feels really good, Adam."

I watched her face and smiled. She did feel good. I was making her feel good. "Is it a better foot rub than he gave you?" I asked as jealousy once more reared its ugly head.

Lily looked at me while tilting her wine glass back and swallowing the last of it. She reached over and set the glass on the coffee table before saying, "Honestly, Alex gave the best foot rubs I've ever had, but I think he just had a lot more practice than you've had."

It was strange to want to be better than a man that had paid Lily to dominate him. I wasn't really thinking straight in the moment, though. I really, really wanted to be better than him. So I tried harder. I applied a little more strength as I ran my thumb up the sole of her foot from the heel to her toes. I also rubbed each of her toes, doing so slowly to ensure maximum satisfaction. I was competing with a man who wasn't there, who Lily no longer knew, but I was competing hard.

"That feels really good, Adam," she said. I experienced an unexpected sense of elation. "You got better so quickly. I like that. That makes me very happy."

I could not believe how good it felt to hear her say that.

"You still need more practice if you're going to be as good as Alex was, though. He gave me dozens - maybe hundreds - of foot massages over the years. He became an expert at it."

Jealousy again coursed through me. I kept rubbing, though. I pushed her pant legs up to her knees and rubbed her calves. I'd rub her foot for a little and then run my fingers up her calves, eliciting an appreciative moan and a smile almost every time.

Eventually my hands moved past her knees and rubbed her thighs over her jeans. Doing so elicited more moans and to me they sounded distinctly sexual. It seemed that Lily was getting turned on and was eager to let me know about it. I got turned on too, a fact she discovered when her foot made its way between my legs and her toes brushed against the bulge that had formed in my pants.

After I'd rubbed both her thighs and returned to her feet, Lily unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down a little. I looked up and saw her smiling at me.

"Take them off," she said.

I did so without hesitation. I'd moved a little past being buzzed and a little short of being drunk and I felt spectacularly good. I tossed her pants aside and stared at the wet spot in the simple-but-sexy pair of blue cotton panties she had on.

I got on my knees to crawl forward but Lily pressed her foot into my chest and pushed with enough force to send me back into a seated position. I resumed rubbing her and she smiled and let a hand drift between her legs. That hand made its way to her crotch and Lily rubbed three fingers over the wet spot.

She closed her eyes and her lips parted. A soft moan escaped and she arched her back in a manner that made her breasts look exquisite in her top. I felt a hunger rise in me, and yet I remained seated and continued to rub her feet and legs as Lily masturbated.

I couldn't remember the last time I'd simply watched her masturbate. Sometimes we pursued that sort of pleasure together - lying next to each other and kissing and touching as we masturbated - but I wasn't sure I'd ever watched and I certainly hadn't done so in years. It was a remarkably beautiful sight, though, and it was more than enough to keep me in a state of intense desire.

"I rewarded him that day," she said. "I didn't let him fuck my boots, but I did give him a reward."

I was curious. Immensely curious. "What was the reward?"

"I let him play with himself through his pants while he sucked on my toes," Lily answered. "I let him cum in his pants, in fact, and he did it while sucking on my toes as I moaned."

I looked down at her toes and then at the bulge in my pants.

"He obviously enjoyed his reward, but I don't think that's the sort of reward you want," she said. "I think you want my pussy."

"I do," I said.

She pulled her feet from my lap and removed her panties. She set her feet in my lap once more and I immediately resumed rubbing one of them. Lily slowly spread her legs and my eyes remained glued between her thighs the entire time. Eventually I saw her pussy. Her wet, perfect pussy. I saw it glistening. I saw it open with desire. I saw her clit was exposed.

I put more effort into the massage. I wanted to turn her on. I worked her feet, her calves, and her thighs. I went all the way up until my fingers were right next to her labia and then back down again.

"I love that you're working so hard to make me feel good," she said.

Hearing that felt good. I don't know why. I wasn't thinking straight. It just felt so good to hear that.

"I think you deserve my pussy," Lily said. "I think you should get naked and fuck me. I think you've earned that."

I got naked. I got naked quicker than I've ever gotten naked. I got on top of her on the couch. I slipped inside her. I fucked her. It felt so good. Beyond good. It felt fucking perfect. Fucking amazing.

What I didn't realize - and I don't know how I didn't realize it - was that Lily had slipped into her domme persona. She'd absolutely dominated me that day on the couch. She'd controlled me. She'd gotten me to give her a rub. A long rub, too. I mean, it went on for a while. She'd gotten me to work hard to make her feel good and she'd used the story of her client to do so.

Then she'd rewarded me with her pussy. She'd rewarded both of us, actually, because she came just as hard as I did. At least I think she did. It was a good orgasm at the very least. Mine was great. Like, great.

It wasn't until the days later that it would dawn on me that I'd been dominated. Another conversation would follow.

As you might imagine, quite a bit more domination would also follow, as would a significant change to our marriage.

None of this is a bad thing, though. It's all very, very good, in fact. I'm looking forward to sharing the story with you. It was a real turn on recalling the events of that day, actually, so I think I'll go and see if Lily is in the mood to be worshiped. With any luck, I'll get to spend the next few hours making my wife feel very, very good.

I'll be back soon to share more with you.