<p>Nick ascended the stairway of the massive, elegant Victorian mansion, took a deep breath, and knocked to announce his presence.</p><p>He heard the sound of high heels on the wooden floor inside and a moment later the door opened to reveal and exquisitely beautiful redhead in a tight leather pencil skirt, an elegant satin blouse, and a pair of three inch heels. “Welcome back, Mr. Fitzgerald,” she said. “Please, come in.”</p><p>“Thank you,” Nick replied as the redhead stepped aside and welcomed him into the mansion’s foyer.</p><p>She closed and locked the door and strode confidently behind an ornate wooden desk upon which sat a thick, leather bound book. The redhead opened the book, ran her finger down a list of names, and said, “I have you booked for one hour with Mistress Elena. Is that correct?”</p><p>“Yes,” Nick said as he reached out and ran his fingers over the edge of the desk. Something about the smooth surface helped calm the nerves he felt each and every time he visited the mansion.</p><p>“Will you be paying cash today?” she asked.</p><p>Nick nodded and pulled out his wallet. He took a deep breath, removed $300, handed it to the redhead, and slowly let the breath escape his lungs.</p><p>“Would you like a receipt?” she asked.</p><p>Nick thought of his wife finding a receipt for the weekly femdom session he attended behind her back and shuddered. He made a great deal of money so he wasn’t even close to putting them in dire financial straits, but Rebecca would have been furious that he’d sought out another woman to satisfy a very particular need. “No, thank you,” he replied.</p><p>“Very well,” the redhead said as she slipped the cash into a drawer, locked it, and stood. “Let me escort you to your room.” She walked towards the staircase with the hand-carved wooden railing, ascended a few steps, and paused to look back at him. “You may admire my backside if you’d like. Mistress Elena says you’ve been a very good boy the past few sessions and you deserve a reward.”</p><p>Nick felt a small, potent rush of pleasure as he said, “Thank you. That’s very kind of you.” Her ass looked absolutely flawless in the leather skirt, so Nick admired it all the way to the top of the stairs and down the hallway before the beautiful redhead stopped at Mistress Elena’s room and glanced down. Nick turned towards the door, fell to his knees, and stared at the floor.</p><p>The redhead lifted her hand, delivered three soft knocks on the door, and walked away. Nick’s gaze remained fixed on the floor, as was protocol with Mistress Elena. The door opened and a pair of shiny black latex boots entered his field of vision.</p><p>“Come in,” Mistress Elena said.</p><p>She stepped aside and Nick crawled into the room. The heavy door shut behind him and he sat back on his knees and kept his eyes cast downwards. Mistress Elena stepped in front of him and reached down until her fingers rested beneath his chin. She lifted his gaze and Nick admired her fishnet-clad legs, her latex skirt, and the tight black corset that made her milky white breasts look utterly irresistible. Her hair was pulled into a side ponytail and she wore red lipstick, a small touch that Nick always enjoyed.</p><p>“Welcome back,” she said.</p><p>“Thank you for seeing me again, mistress,” Nick replied.</p><p>“Good boys always get to come back,” Mistress Elena said. “Now kiss my boots.”</p><p>Nick dropped down and kissed her boots in the soft, loving manner she’d demanded during their first session more than six months ago. He let his lips linger against the smooth, cool latex, planting several kisses on her left boot before moving to the right as Mistress Elena quietly purred to show her approval.</p><p>“Strip,” she demanded as Nick sat back on his knees.</p><p>“Yes, mistress,” he replied. He wasn’t permitted to stand while stripping so Nick sat and worked his pants and underwear off before unbuttoning his shirt. Mistress Elena took his clothes and gently laid them over the back of a tall, dark leather chair that sat against the wall by the door.</p><p>“Did you fuck your wife this week?” Mistress Elena asked.</p><p>“Yes,” Nick answered as he looked up at the latex-clad goddess in front of him.</p><p>“Did Rebecca’s perfect, tight little pussy feel good around your dick?” she asked.</p><p>Nick’s cock came to life at the use of his wife’s name. “Yes, mistress, her pussy felt amazing.”</p><p>Mistress Elena slid her foot forward until the tip of her boot rested beneath Nick’s testicles. She lifted it and gently teased his balls as she asked, “And did you disappoint your wife once again, Nick? Did this underwhelming cock of yours unload before Rebecca could reach the climax she deserves?”</p><p>“Yes, mistress,” Nick said as his dick reached a fully erect state.</p><p>Mistress Elena ran the tip of her boot along the underside of his shaft and over the tip. “Does your dick always get hard without being touched?” she asked.</p><p>“No, mistress,” Nick replied. “Only when I’m here or when I think about how inadequate I am as a lover.”</p><p>“Pathetic,” Mistress Elena said as she continued to rub her shiny latex boot around the tip of his cock. “What kind of man gets hard when he thinks about his inadequacy? Lick your precum from my boot. Right now.”</p><p>She stepped back and Nick dropped down and licked his sweet, sticky fluid from her boot as his cock continued to throb.</p><p>“Rebecca deserves better,” Mistress Elena said. “She deserves to be with a real man.”</p><p>“Yes, mistress,” Nick replied. “Yes, she does. She deserves better than me.”</p><p>“Look up at me,” she demanded.</p><p>Nick sat back on his knees and looked up at the dark-haired goddess.</p><p>“Did you do as I instructed? Did you eat your wife’s pussy after you came too quickly?” Mistress Elena asked.</p><p>“I did,” Nick answered.</p><p>“How did that go?” she asked.</p><p>“She didn’t want me to at first,” he explained. “I don’t really know why. She likes it when I go down on her, so it seemed like it was because I’d just cum. I told her it wouldn’t be gross, though, that I’d just lick her clit. At first she would only let me use my fingers to pleasure her, but once she got worked up enough she didn’t stop me when I used my tongue. So it took a little work, but I did as you instructed, mistress. I made her cum after I’d disappointed her like I so often do.”</p><p>Mistress Elena stepped closer, teased Nick’s balls with the tip of her boot, and gently ran her fingers through his hair. “Good boy,” she said.</p><p>Nick closed his eyes and his cock swelled up. They were just words – just two little words – and yet he felt an all-encompassing kind of pleasure when Mistress Elena uttered them, like she was nourishing his soul.</p><p>“Tell me, Nick, did your tongue provide your wife with a great orgasm?” Mistress Elena asked.</p><p>“No, mistress” Nick answered. “It was good, but I’m fairly certain it wasn’t great.”</p><p>Mistress Elena lifted her foot off the ground and pressed her boot against Nick’s balls, causing a hint of pain. “You’re not capable of giving Rebecca a great orgasm, are you?” she asked.</p><p>Nick groaned as she applied more pressure to his balls, deepening the pain and enhancing his pleasure. “No, mistress, I’m not.”</p><p>“Your beautiful wife deserves someone better than you,” she said.</p><p>“Yes, mistress,” Nick replied.</p><p>Mistress Elena lowered her foot and Nick breathed a sigh of relief as the pain in his testicles dissipated. “Was that the only orgasm you had this week?”</p><p>“Yes, mistress,” Nick answered. “I was good for you.” Three months ago Mistress Elena had forbidden Nick from climaxing unless it was with Rebecca. As a result, he hadn’t masturbated in more than 90 days.</p><p>She studied his face – she’d proven remarkably adept at knowing when he was lying – and smiled. “You know I like it when you’re good for me.”</p><p>“Yes, mistress,” Nick replied. “I like being good for you.”</p><p>“Stand up,” Mistress Elena said. “I want you on the cross.”</p><p>Nick stood and approached the leather-trimmed St. Andrew’s cross on the far side of the room. He turned around, stepped back, and spread his legs until they rested against the lower half of the wooden X. He lifted his arms and spread them as wide as his legs, making it easy for Mistress Elena to affix the leather cuffs that hung from the cross to his wrists and ankles, putting him in a delightfully inescapable form of bondage.</p><p>Mistress Elena stepped towards the table next to the cross and carefully put on a pair of black rubber gloves as Nick watched. She ran her fingers over several BDSM-flavored toys and implements of pain before picking up a riding crop with a soft leather tip.</p><p>“Your cock is quite hard,” Mistress Elena said as she approached and grasped Nick’s balls with her gloved hand.</p><p>“Yes, mistress,” Nick replied as she teased his testicles.</p><p>Mistress Elena pulled down on Nick’s balls and smiled as he cried out in a mixture of pain and fear. She lifted the riding crop and the leather tip came to rest against his chest. “Have you always known you were inadequate?” she asked.</p><p>“Yes, mistress,” Nick replied. “Though you’ve helped me understand the depth of my inadequacy.”</p><p>She dragged the tip of the riding crop back and forth over his chest. Nick’s cock throbbed and his heart pounded from that same mixture of pain and fear. He knew that soon enough he’d feel the bite of the crop’s leather against his skin and the anticipation was almost as bad as the pain itself would be.</p><p>“It’s important that a man understands what he is,” Mistress Elena explained. “It helps him become the best version of himself. Now that you grasp just how inadequate you are, you can begin to think about how you can provide your wife with the life she deserves.”</p><p>“Yes, mistress,” Nick said.</p><p>“Tell me, Nick, how can you make Rebecca’s life better?” Mistress Elena asked.</p><p>Nick searched his brain for a suitable answer, but none came. “I don’t know,” he said.</p><p>Mistress Elena pulled the riding crop back and brought it down on his chest with remarkable speed and power. The pain was instantaneous and overwhelming. He screamed and looked down expecting to see blood running from a cut. There was only a small red mark, though.</p><p>“That’s an unacceptable answer, Nick,” Mistress Elena said. “You’re sexually inadequate. You rarely make your wife cum when you fuck her, and when you do she experiences a tepid orgasm at best. Now tell me how you can make her life better.”</p><p>“A toy,” Nick said in a panicked voice. “I could get her a toy. Something that’s bigger than me. I could use it on her.”</p><p>Mistress Elena smacked his chest with the riding crop and again he screamed in pain. “Pathetic,” she said. “I suppose it’s fitting that a pathetic man like you would give a pathetic answer, but that’s entirely unacceptable, Nick. If your wife wanted a toy, she would already own one. A toy doesn’t come close to replicating the experience of having a real man between your legs. You can trust me on that, Nick.”</p><p>She stepped closer and pulled down harder on his balls. The tip of Nick’s cock rubbed against the smooth surface of her latex skirt and he groaned at the surprisingly intense pleasure of being so close to the woman he worshiped. “A woman wants to get fucked,” Mistress Elena continued. “She wants to get fucked by a real man. She wants to get fucked by a man that knows how to give her the sort of pleasure she deserves. She wants to feel his big cock sliding in and out of her tight, wet cunt. She wants to wrap her legs around him and feel as though he owns her body for those beautiful moments that he’s inside her.”</p><p>“I can’t give her that, mistress,” Nick said. “I can’t. I’m not capable of it.”</p><p>Mistress Elena hit him twice with the riding crop and Nick screamed in agony. She tempered his pain by caressing his balls with her gloved hand and gently thrusting her hips and rubbing her latex skirt over the tip of his throbbing cock.</p><p>“I know you’re not,” she said. “You will never, ever be the kind of man that can fuck your wife that way. You will never give her that sort of pleasure. You’re completely, utterly incapable of it.” Mistress Elena smiled and added, “You’re not the only man in the world, though.”</p><p>Nick groaned. It wasn’t the first time Mistress Elena had hinted at the notion of another man fucking Rebecca, and Nick couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of lust at the idea.</p><p>“Picture it,” Mistress Elena said. “Picture your wife with a better man between her legs. Picture his cock filling her over and over. Picture the look on Rebecca’s beautiful face. Picture her eyes closed and her mouth open as pleasure escapes her lips, Nick. Picture another man fucking your wife.”</p><p>She continued to play with his balls and grind her crotch over the tip of his cock while drawing the riding crop back and forth over his chest. She’d strike him every once in a while, sending a rush of pain throughout his body and awakening Nick’s senses.</p><p>“Please, mistress, I’m going to cum,” Nick said. It was deeply embarrassing to be on the edge of orgasm as he pictured his wife fucking another man, but Nick couldn’t help it. Mistress Elena had deftly lured him to the brink of his climax and filled his head with the imagery of someone else fucking Rebecca in a far superior fashion than Nick had ever managed.</p><p>“Don’t fight it,” she replied. “Cum for me. Cum for your mistress. Cum while you think about another man’s cock making your wife scream with pleasure.”</p><p>“Yes, mistress,” Nick said. He closed his eyes, pictured his wife with another man, and came all over Mistress Elena’s latex skirt. His body shook on the cross as his knees went weak. Were he not in such secure bondage, Nick certainly would have collapsed to the floor.</p><p>When he’d finished, Mistress Elena freed him from the leather cuffs and said, “Get on your knees and clean up your mess. Right now.”</p><p>Nick fell to his knees and did as instructed. Mistress Elena occasionally let him cum and she’d been very clear that he wouldn’t be permitted to see her again if he ever failed to clean his mess. He licked his load from her skirt and then dropped down to clean the drops of cum that had fallen onto her boots and the hardwood floor of her room. It was a deeply unpleasant task in his post-orgasmic state, but Nick’s desire to return for another visit was far stronger than his revulsion as he consumed his cum.</p><p>“No wonder you’re such a disappointment to your wife,” Mistress Elena said with genuine venom in her voice. “You’ve only been here fifteen minutes and already you’ve blown your load like some pathetic college freshman. Back up on the cross. Turn around, though. I’m going to punish you for cumming so quickly.”</p><p>“Yes, mistress,” Nick said. He stood, spun around, and approached the cross. Soon enough he was bound once more. The punishment he was about to receive wouldn’t be the slightest bit pleasant – not for Nick, at least – but he looked forward to it. Mistress Elena always took pleasure in causing him pain and he had another 45 minutes to spend with her, which meant there was a great deal more fun to come.</p><p>Elena smiled when she saw Rebecca step into the bar. She wore a dark blue wrap dress that exposed a healthy amount of cleavage, making it the first time in three months that she’d dressed in a manner that might attract even a little attention.</p><p>“Rebecca, you look incredible,” Elena said as she slid off the bar stool and took her new friend into a tight embrace.</p><p>“Is it too much?” Rebecca asked as she stepped back and ran her hands down the front of her dress. “I feel like it’s too much. People are staring.”</p><p>“Guys are staring, Rebecca, and they’re staring because you look gorgeous,” Elena said. “And there’s nothing wrong with looking gorgeous. You’re a beautiful, sexy woman and you should show it off!”</p><p>Rebecca seemed sheepish, though Elena wasn’t surprised. Rebecca had clearly adjusted her expectations in life as a result of being married to the most milquetoast man in the world. She’d embraced her sad reality of tepid sex, boring dates at the same restaurants, and underwhelming vacations at the same Caribbean resort every year.</p><p>Rebecca didn’t know it, but Elena had taken it upon herself to change that. She’d spent the past three months building a friendship with Rebecca and she was determined to get the beautiful married woman wrapped around her finger just like she’d gotten Nick wrapped around her finger. The couple wouldn’t know it, but they’d both be serving the same mistress.</p><p>Rebecca was likely going to take a great deal more time than Nick, though. It had taken months to convince her to embrace her beauty and femininity enough to wear a slightly revealing dress. Convincing her to open her sexuality and explore outside her marriage would be a far more difficult task, but that’s why Elena was so excited. Turning Rebecca into her submissive would be far more satisfying than dominating Nick had been.</p><p>“Let’s get a drink,” Elena said. “We can go to one of the booths if you don’t want anyone staring.”</p><p>Elena saw just a hint of excitement in Rebecca’s eyes. Some part of her – albeit a small part – liked that guys were staring. She was like most women in that way. Who didn’t enjoy a little extra attention, after all?</p><p>“A booth would be nice,” Rebecca said.</p><p>Elena ordered two drinks from the bartender, gestured towards a booth, and put a gentle hand on Rebecca’s lower back as they headed across the bar. She kept her hand there for no more than a few moments, but Elena detected no discomfort from her friend. If anything Rebecca moved just a little closer, subtly indicating just a hint of subconscious desire.</p><p>Elena smiled. It would take quite some time, but Rebecca would submit, and when she did Elena would open her eyes to a world of pleasure far beyond that which her husband could offer.</p>