Once a Domme, Always a Domme - Part 3 (Patreon)

Click here to read the previous parts of the story.

 I ran my thumbs up the sole of Lily's foot and watched as she closed her eyes and smiled. I gave each of her toes a bit of attention, rubbing them slowly and carefully while dividing my attention between her foot and her face. I found it quite pleasurable to make her feel so good, and she was quite generous with the smiles and the occasional moan of approval.

"So, I know that you fucked some of your clients - with toys and strapons and whatnot - but did any of them ever have sex with you?" I asked. In truth, the question had been on my mind since Lily first revealed her past as a professional domme. I hadn't asked because it seemed potentially insulting, but nearly a month after the reveal I was just too curious.

"No," she answered. "That was one of the great appeals of the job, actually. I get why women get into escorting - the high end version of it, I should say - but I could make just as much money doing what I did - and sometimes more - so there was little reason to consider having sex with any of the guys."

I wasn't sure what I expected her answer to be or what I expected I'd feel upon her answering. Oddly, I think I ended up feeling just a small hint of disappointment, if only because I was kind of keen on hearing about more of her adventures. It had gotten to a place where I was completely and utterly fascinated with this other life my wife had led, this life I'd known nothing about before spotting a former client talking to her outside a restaurant.

"Some guys would ask about fucking me before booking an appointment. June warned me early on to never book a session with a guy like that because they're not looking to be dominated. She always said that most of the ones that ask about fucking when booking are actually looking to play out a fantasy where they get to dominate the dominatrix."

That made perfect sense as a fantasy and I could absolutely see why a domme would want to avoid a guy like that.

"There were a few guys that would get confused, too."

"Confused?" I asked.

Lily nodded as I switched to her other foot and pushed my thumbs into her heel before running them up to her toes. She closed her eyes, moaned, and then said, "They'd think they were in love with me, mostly because I was the first woman that had ever made their fantasies come true and hadn't judged them for having those fantasies. A few of those guys wanted to have sex and offered to pay for it, I think just because they liked the idea of having sex with the woman that had become something more than a domme to them."

"But you didn't?"

She shook her head. "God no. Having sex with a guy like that would be a pretty good way to get myself a long term stalker, which is not something I was interested in. In every case I explained that they weren't in love, that they were just awash in good feeling hormones because they were finally having the equivalent of great sex. A few struggled to really comprehend that, but it never became a problem."

I ran my fingers up Lily's calf and past her knee. I moved back down and listened as she unleashed an even deeper moan. I smiled at how much pleasure I took in something as simple as giving my wife a massage. Not the kind of pleasure where my dick gets hard, mind you, but the kind where I just feel...happy because I'm making her smile and moan in that way women moan when a massage feels really fucking good.

"There was a guy that wanted to watch another man fuck me, though," she said.

My eyebrows shot up and Lily smiled before wiggling her toes in a decidedly playful manner.

"He'd been a client for six months before he mentioned this particular desire," she continued.

"What was he into before that?"

"He liked having his cock size humiliated. He liked being told I'd never allow him to fuck me, that he wasn't even slightly worthy of being with a woman like me. He liked being told he was barely worthy of kissing my feet, that he couldn't pay me enough money to let his little dick inside me."

By that point I'd heard enough stories from Lily to understand that lots of guys were into humiliation and that a certain percentage of them were eager to pay a beautiful woman to deliver that humiliation. It seemed that humiliation of their cocks was among the most popular forms of that particular fetish.

What continued to thrill and intrigue me, though, was the look on Lily's face when she told me these stories. I could see her eyes light up. I could see her actually lick her lips a little from time to time. I could see her pupils dilate a bit. She almost always seemed to experience some form of arousal as she relived memories from her days as a domme and it was always thrilling to witness that arousal.

"Why did he want to watch someone else fuck you?" I asked.

She looked at me and smiled. "You know, I really like that you know so little about all of this. I wonder if it's part of why I fell so hard for you when we met. You seemed so, I don't know, innocent. You still do in some ways."

I couldn't help but feel a little bit giddy at the idea that Lily had fallen hard for me. I'll admit that I hadn't been entirely aware of that when we were first dating, perhaps because she worked to hide just how hard she'd fallen or perhaps because I'm something of a dumbass that wasn't particularly observant about women.

"He wanted to watch because he had a cuckold fetish," she said. "He was married - yes, lots of married men were clients - and he loved the idea of his wife having great sex with another man and doing so while she made him watch. He was enamored with the idea of her telling him that the other guy's cock felt better than his, that the other guy was better than him, that he didn't compare, etc."

"But his wife wouldn't do that for him?"

"He'd never shared his fantasy with her, so she never had the chance to turn him down. I don't blame him, though. I imagine most women wouldn't love the notion of their husband getting off on that kind of humiliation."

It was hard to argue with that point.

"I did it," Lily said.

Again my eyebrows shot up, but this time I was so surprised that I stopped rubbing her and instead just stared with one of her feet in my hand.

She smiled. "Why did you stop rubbing me?"

There was a quality to her voice that I found quite alluring. It was like she wasn't asking a question as much as she was making a gentle demand phrased as a question. She was, as I've come to learn, very subtly dominating me and I couldn't help but respond to it by immediately resuming the rub and returning a smile to her face.

"June introduced me to a guy she trusted and that she'd worked with a handful of times on various client fantasies. He and I had coffee to make sure we got along and that there was at least a little bit of chemistry and then we agreed to make my client's fantasy come true as long as he was willing to pay extra."

"Was he?" I asked.

She nodded. "Of course he was, and I say that without judgment. One of the things I learned as a domme is that few things make a man happier than making his sexual fantasies come true."

I immediately tried to conjure my specific sexual fantasies, but the truth was, I didn't really have any outside of being with a beautiful woman that desired me and sometimes seeing that woman in lingerie. Lily had absolutely made those fantasies come true on countless occasions, so I guess she'd given me exactly what I wanted.

"I also told him that it was my boyfriend that would be fucking me," she continued. "I knew it would be less exciting if he knew it was just a random guy that worked in the sex business. This was before I met you, by the way."

I'll admit that I was wondering about that, as Lily had admitted that she'd continued to do domme work when we were first dating. You know what's weird, though? There was a small part of me that actually felt kind of, I don't know, excited - not so much sexually, but just sort of generally excited - at the idea of her having fucked some other guy while we were first together.

"I had my client book a hotel room," she said.

I ran my fingers up both of her legs, applying pressure to her calves and then her thighs, offering the pleasure of a massage. I gave her inner thighs a bit of attention too, leaning forward while her feet pressed into my chest. I did so to try and arouse her a little, if I'm being honest, and the gentle moan and the slight smile on her face made it seem like I'd succeeded in that quest.

"I picked out lingerie and a pretty dress," she continued.

Then she stopped and looked away, almost like she'd revealed something she shouldn't have. I couldn't imagine what that was, though, since the details seemed fairly innocuous.

"What is it?" I asked.

Lily looked at me and smiled sweetly. "I just remembered that the dress I wore that night...I also wore it on one of our early dates. In fact, you fucked me in that dress. Do you remember when we went to dinner at that Italian place and I got a text from a friend while we were there inviting me to a party at her place. We went to that party and..."

"And I fucked you in her bathroom," I interrupted. "You were sitting on the counter, if I remember correctly."

Lily nodded and her toes moved between my legs and teased my cock a little as she bit her lip playfully. "You were quite good that night. I remember cumming quite hard, and I remember being sore the next morning. In a good way, mind you."

"There was something very exciting about fucking you in a bathroom with dozens of people in the apartment," I replied.

"All of whom knew we were fucking, by the way."

It was the third time in that conversation that my eyebrows went wide.

Lily laughed. "Yeah. My friend told me the next day. I was quite loud, as it turned out. And so were you. Pretty much everyone knew you were fucking me and that you were fucking me really well. I think that's why they didn't say anything. They were just happy that I'd found someone that I had really good chemistry with."

I was tempted to abandon the story to try and fuck Lily right there, but instead I smiled, lifted her foot, and kissed her toes a few times before resuming the massage, once again eliciting an appreciative smile and a gentle moan.

"So you'd worn that dress for this, I don't know, date night of yours?" I asked.

Lily nodded. "I did. I fooled around with the guy in that dress. I was in his lap on the couch in the hotel room. A suite, by the way. I can remember his hands on my body as I sat in his lap and kissed him. I can remember feeling him get hard for me, and when he did I distinctly remember seeing what looked like genuine, deep desire in his eyes. I was working, but it was also a turn on. I also remember feeling like I really, really enjoyed my job that night."

I was turned on. Which was weird. It was her arousal that got me, though. And she was definitely aroused. She was reliving that night and she was aroused. I swear it was like she could actually feel the guy's hands on her, like she could feel his cock getting hard for her as she sat there on our couch.

"The client had a particular fantasy. He wanted to watch, but he wanted it feel like he was being forced to watch."

"Really?"

Lily nodded and again I ran my hands up her thighs, giving the inner area a bit of attention and smiling as she closed her eyes and moaned, presumably because I was enhancing her arousal.

"I cuffed him to a chair. Hands behind his back. I stripped him naked first, though. He was naked and cuffed while I fooled around on the couch with my date. I looked over my shoulder a few times and each time he was hard. No touching. No physical stimulation at all and he was hard as a rock. It was illuminating, to be honest."

"How so?"

She smiled. "He was so aroused by his fantasy that he got hard as a rock without being touched or kissed. That's really powerful. I felt really powerful, actually, and I liked it."

It was at this point that Lily moved one of her feet to my crotch and began to stimulate me. She did so without saying a word and I continued to rub her legs and her other foot while it happened. She had me hard in almost no time and again she didn't say a word, though I could see that it made her happy that I was turned on.

"So he sat there cuffed to the chair while me and this other guy fooled around. He slowly undressed me while we kissed. He pushed the straps of the dress from my shoulders. He kissed my chest. He kissed the upper parts of my breasts that my bra left exposed. He played with my tits through the exquisite lace bra I'd worn for the occasion. He played with my ass. He fingered me a little, too, doing so while giving my client a lovely view of my pussy as he pulled my panties aside and entered me."

"Were you wet?" I asked with utter fascination and a raging erection in my pants that Lily was working with her toes.

"I was soaked, actually," she said before a smile slowly spread across her face. "You know, you've fucked me in the bra and panty set I wore that night. I'd forgotten that too, but I wore it for a different date. For one where I knew we'd be taking our time a little, where I knew I could strip out of a dress and let you see me in the lingerie. We were at my place. We'd gone to a concert that night. I honestly don't remember the band. We'd had a few drinks and were both a little tipsy. We made out on my couch and then I took you to my bedroom and did a little striptease for you."

"I remember that night. It was incredible. You were incredible. I remember the striptease, actually. I remember thinking you were the most amazing woman in the world and that I couldn't believe I'd convinced you to date me."

That brought a bright smile to her face. "I remember feeling something very similar."

"I also remember that you gave me a blowjob in that lingerie set," I said.

Lily rubbed my cock with a little more force, luring a moan out of me. "I remember that too. You said my ass looked amazing as I was between your legs...with your cock in my mouth."

I loved that she was so turned on. I wanted to fuck her, but I wanted the storytelling to continue, too, so I refrained, instead basking in the pleasure of an over-the-pants footjob and of rubbing her bare legs.

"I gave him...the guy that night, my date, I gave him a blowjob in that lingerie set."

Why would something like that turn me on? I don't know, but it did. It really did, in fact. So much so that I felt this incredible surge between my legs. Lily must have noticed, though she didn't say anything. Instead, she kept on rubbing my dick with her toes and I kept on rubbing her legs.

"In his case, I was on my knees in front of him," she continued. "I'd suck his cock and then look over my shoulder and tell my client that his little dick wasn't worthy of a blowjob, that no woman would ever find pleasure in sucking his cock, that no woman would ever actually want to get on her knees for him. I told him that my date was the opposite. That he was the kind of man that women happily got on their knees for. Then I pulled my panties down to show him how wet my pussy was before I went back to sucking dick."

So...yeah...my underwear was soaked with precum at that point. Maybe I was so turned on because Lily was offering up so much dirty talk. I don't really know. It was all just so fucking hot, though, and I was just so turned on.

"After the blowjob we switched places. He got on his knees and ate my pussy while I looked right into my client's eyes. I had a hand on the back of my date's head while I smiled, moaned, and told my client that he wasn't even worthy of using his tongue on my cunt, let alone his cock. I told him he'd never fuck me, not when there were real men available for the task."

That's when Lily took her shorts off and I saw the wet spot in her pink cotton panties. It was considerable and I loved the proof that she was just as aroused as I'd surmised.

She didn't masturbate. She didn't demand I eat her pussy. She tossed her shorts on the ground and continued teasing my cock while I massaged her foot and legs.

"That's when he tried to get free from the cuffs. He couldn't, of course, but he was so desperate to masturbate that he instinctively tried to get free. It was cute watching him struggle and kind of cute watching him hurt himself a little. And again I felt powerful in a way I really liked."

"Did...did your date end up fucking you?"

She smiled and bit her lip in the most suggestive manner. It was so fucking hot. "Of course he did," she said softly. "In fact, he fucked me for quite a while, and he did so with great skill. If I remember correctly I had three orgasms while he fucked me. Three loud, incredible orgasms. He was quite skilled, as it turns out, though I suppose a man that sells sexual services for a living would have to be quite skilled, wouldn't he?"

I suddenly wanted very much to make my wife cum. So I went for it. I tried to crawl forward, to pull her panties off, to go down on her, to fuck her.

"No," was all she said. "Not yet. Not until I'm ready."

It was sexy to hear her say that. Far sexier than I would have imagined. I sat back. I resumed rubbing her feet after she put them in my lap.

"I put a condom on his cock and had him sit on the couch. I rode him cowgirl style for the first orgasm. I didn't look back at my client once. I just rode my date's big cock and came all over it. Then, after a short break, I spun around for a little reverse cowgirl. I gave my client a perfect view. I told him he was a pathetic cuckold for being hard while I got fucked by a superior man. I told him it was pathetic that his dick was leaking precum while he watched someone else satisfy me."

"Did he like that?" I asked.

She nodded. "He loved it. He was a cuckold. It was his greatest fantasy. He was out of his mind with desire. He would have given anything to masturbate in that moment. He probably would have doubled my fee. He begged to be released. I told him no, though. I told him that a cuckold shouldn't masturbate while he's watching his woman get fucked. He should have to sit there and watch while keeping his hands off his little dick. He should have to witness her pleasure - and realize his inferiority - before he's allowed to jerk off and spill his rancid seed."

It was clear to me that Lily was tremendous at her job. Like, a world class domme. She seemed to have a keen understanding of the fantasies her clients shared with her - or she researched those fantasies to learn more - and she seemed exceptionally good at bringing those fantasies to life in the most satisfying way possible.

Then she pulled her panties off. Her hand moved between her legs. She masturbated slowly, rubbing three fingers over the entire area. She was soaking wet and I couldn't help but wonder if she was masturbating in that fashion to make sure I knew exactly how wet she was.

"Lily, I want you," I said.

"I know you do," she replied. "But you can't have me yet. You can take your pants off, though."

I stripped out of my pants as quickly as possible and sat back on the couch. She found my cock with her toes and rubbed it through my underwear. It felt better than the over-the-jeans footjob had felt.

"We fucked in the bed, too. Missionary style. I moved my client's chair so he had a perfect view of my pussy getting pounded."

Lily spread her legs a little wider and scooted her hips forward. Soon enough she was mostly on her back, like she was that night (though she was in a bed that night). I immediately pictured what her client had seen. I don't know why. It just happened. I pictured a guy fucking Lily. I pictured a cock moving in and out of her. It was fucking crazy, though the craziest part was that it actually turned me on. Maybe because I was already really turned on. Who knows? I was aroused, though.

"He fucked me so hard and I came so hard. I kept up the dirty talk throughout. I told him how good his cock felt inside me. I told him how deep he was inside me. I told him he fucked me so much better than the pathetic cuck sitting in the chair would have fucked me. I looked at my client a few times, too, and each time he seemed both aroused and agonized by his inability to jerk off."

Lily pulled her feet back and moved to her hands and knees. She crawled towards me and ran her fingers up my thighs before resting her hands on either side of my legs. She smiled and I leaned forward to kiss her.

"No," she said. "Sit back."

I sat back. I wanted to kiss her. To touch her. To feel her touch me.

"Then I got fucked from behind," she said. "I got on my hands and knees facing my client. He was just a few feet away from me in his chair. I moaned as my date took me from behind. I moaned as he fucked me hard. I moaned and I told my client that he'd never fuck me, that he'd never fuck a woman like me, that he wasn't worthy of it, that he was just a fucking cuck whose little dick couldn't hope to satisfy any woman. I told him that he was a disappointment to his wife, that there was no way he fucked her the way she deserved to be fucked, that she likely fantasized about other men while he was inside her just so she could have a tepid orgasm during sex."

"Did he enjoy that?" I asked.

She nodded. "He did. I think more than anything he enjoyed watching me get fucked and hearing me moan as I took my date's long, thick cock in my tight, wet pussy."

Then Lily closed her eyes and moaned. Her body rocked back and forth like she was getting fucked. It was stunning. It was so hot. I was lost in it. I was absolutely thinking of my wife getting fucked by another man right then and there and I was turned on. She was turned on too. She had to have been.

"Are you thinking about him?" I asked. "About your date that night. Are you thinking about him fucking you?"

Her eyes remained closed as she ran a hand up my leg and into my underwear. She found my cock and stroked it a little before saying, "Yes, I'm thinking about him."

My dick got harder. Her touch felt better. "Does it...does it turn you on to think about him? To think about him...about having him inside you?"

Why was I so turned on? Why was it so exciting to ask those questions?

She nodded and opened her eyes. "Is that okay?"

I nodded in reply. "I want you so badly, Lily."

She pulled my underwear off and tossed them aside. She straddled me and lifted her shirt over her head. She took me into her pussy and unhooked her bra. She leaned forward and my lips encircled her areola as my tongue danced over her nipple.

"Fuck, Adam, you feel so good inside me," she said.

"As good as he felt?" I asked.

She threw her head back and moaned. She leaned down and kissed me. She rode me hard. She didn't answer the question and I couldn't help but wonder if that was because his dick had actually felt better. I was surprised not to feel insecure about that, though. Instead, I was turned on.

So, I pushed it a little. "It's okay if he felt better inside you. I know you love me. I know you love having sex with me. It's okay if he felt better, though, and it's okay if you're still thinking about him."

Looking back on it, it seems like I was a little out of my mind in that moment. I mean, what kind of man tells his wife that it's okay to think about someone else? That's fucking insane. I wasn't in my right mind, but I was also having a damn good time so I didn't give it a moment's thought.

"His cock felt amazing inside me," she said. "And yes, I'm thinking about him right now. I'm thinking about you too and I love having your dick inside me right now, but I'm thinking about him, Adam. I am."

I was so turned on. So turned on that I was going to cum.

"Lily, I'm close," I said.

"Me too."

She rode me harder. She kissed me. I grabbed her ass and squeezed it. She moaned into my mouth. My orgasm rapidly approached. I tried my best to hold off until Lily started moaning in pleasure.

When that happened - when she came - I unleashed inside her. I came so fucking hard. All the teasing and rubbing and arousal ensured that my orgasm was fucking incredible. Fantastic. Breathtaking. Literally breathtaking.

She kissed me softly and slowly as we came down from our climaxes. She said nothing. She just showered me in kisses. On my lips. On my cheeks. On my neck. It was incredible.

"I love you," I said.

She leaned back and smiled and I reached up to gently cup one of her breasts. "I love you too," she replied. "More than you can possibly imagine."

That was the first time it struck me that the reveal of Lily's past life as a domme had brought us closer as a couple. Things felt good. Great, in fact. I still wasn't at all in touch with my deep-seated desires, but they were bubbling to the surface and it was absolutely making our marriage better.

It got a lot better after that, too, and I have so much more to share with you.

Until next time.