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Do you want to go up and kiss the girls goodnight Darling?’
My wife, a very caring honest woman, was referring to our twin 4 year old daughters, the apples of my eye really. I am 42, good job, very good income. We lived in a large house in Notting Hill. I say ‘lived’ because things have changed. The better for me, yes, but not for my family.
It started in a small way, going online to see Youtube videos of mistresses and slaves. Then I joined KnobsForMistresses.com, a site catering for guys who wanted to be extremely subservient. My profile just said ‘Guy looking for domme to mistreat him 24/7. Domme to be heavily rewarded.’
One day, I received the message ‘Meet tonight 6pm. Big bar in The Savoy. Dress well. Find me in pink. Confirm.’ Intrigued, I comfirmed.
At 6pm I was in the bar. There she was, in pink dress and pink heels. I approached her and she smiled. ‘Are you from Knobs?’ I said yes and smiled nervously. ‘I’m surprised.’ She said. ‘Usually these guys are 60 or 70 but actually you’re quite fit. Explain your message on the site.’
‘Well,’ I said, ‘I’m not really into just normal shoe worship any more. I’m looking for a lifestyle domme to control every aspect of my life’. I really didn’t think about what I was saying.
‘I see’ she said. ‘Well, I must admit I think I would like having you around, so I would offer you such a service, just as long as you meet your side of the bargain.’ I told her that yes of course I would. So what if this lady cost me a little, I have enough cash to spare.
‘Well, the first rule is that every Wednesday, without fail, you take me shopping. Whether it is for lingerie, dresses, shoes, boots, skirts, blouses, handbags, make-up, I always want new things. Is that clear?’ I nodded and thanked her. I was to hear her last 3 words a lot over the coming months.
‘Rule 2 is that you will be responsible for all my other costs, including my rent. OK so far?’
‘Rule 3 is that you are required to always wear a clean white shirt and a bright pink tie (pink is SO my favourite colour). This shirt and tie just won’t do. I would just be TOO embarrassed when we are out with my friends.’ She pulled the collar very firmly, and it tore just a little. ‘Don’t let me see that type of shirt and tie again. Get some quality ones from Jermyn Street.’ I knew I was hooked.
She told me to call a cab and we went to her flat. No idea how much the rent was, but I would have guessed around £3000 per week. I smiled – she really had started the control I crave.
‘From now on, you will refer to me only as Princess. I will call you Pig or Piggy. Or I may call you Shitface, Ashtray or Wallet, or any other name I choose. When I call you, you will smile and run to me to find out what I want done. Every week, you will buy, and wrap up as a nice gift for me with a great big pink bow on, twenty packets of Superkings and present them to me when we meet every Shopping Day – that’s every Wednesday, Piggy. That should take care of my weekly smoking needs.’After a pleasant enough evening listening to her telling me all her needs and wants, my head was spinning. I left to go home.
The next day was Wednesday, Shopping Day. That morning, I dressed up in my best shirt and only pink tie. I went out early to get the cigarettes and wrap them up with the bow. I picked her up by cab at 9.30 as instructed. She was dressed in another gorgeous pink outfit, complete with pink zippered ankle boots.
We soon found ourselves in Oxford Street. She wanted some Agent Provocateur lingerie ‘that only I would see’. Her tastes were not cheap……..I spent £800 on bras, thongs, panties, stockings, suspender belts, garters, and a great basque. Then we went on to Browns, where she wanted a pink dress and matching shoes and handbag. I bought her 4 pairs of shoes that day; she was a joy to shop with. We returned to her flat where she ordered me to get her a G&T and put away her purchases. She has a shoe room with at least 100 pairs of pink shoes and boots……a magnificent sight.
She called me. ‘Piggy, come her, I have a treat for you.’ I ran to her side.
‘Go and strip from the waist down and lay on the bed in the small room.’
Within minutes, I was strapped tightly to the bedposts. ‘This will be pure pleasure for you’ she said, ‘I am very fair when someone buys me things I like.’ She got some lube and gave me the best handjob I had ever had. My wife just didn’t know what to do in that department. ‘Ok’ she said, ‘I’m going to give you pleasure, the same as you have given me.’ I was ecstatic…right up to the point she told me that I had had enough………which was about 10 seconds before I would have exploded…..
‘Enough is enough, Pig, don’t disappoint me and complain. We don’t want you too over-excited do we? Do exactly what I tell you and you will be rewarded.’
I went back home that night so excited. My wife must have noticed but actually I didn’t care.
Thursday came and went, no call from Princess, but I went and bought a dozen quality shirts and pink ties as instructed.
Friday, I was just finishing my morning’s work when she called. She wanted me to meet her friends.
I booked a table for 4 at the restaurant she chose. I arrived and 10 minutes later, in breezed three of the sexiest women in London. Princess wore the dress I had bought her n our first Shopping Day.
They were all dominant by nature. But Princess’ attitude to me in front of her friends was very different. No smile towards me, barely an acknowledgement.
‘I told you girls’ she said ‘that he has to wear top quality shirts and ties.’ She told me to go to the back of the window table and kneel, not sit. I quickly complied with her instruction. She cupped her hand round the knot of my tie, slid it down my tie and laid the tie out flat on the table in front of me.
She called the waiter. ‘Rodrigo, the ladies want some champagne, nothing for him’ pointing at me.
He returned with 3 full glasses and put them on the table. All 3 ladies moved their drink to rest on my tie. ‘That will keep you still’ she said ‘if your spill any of our champagne, you will not only buy us a bottle each to take home, but right here I will cut off your tie and your shirt collar as well.’
I was beginning to realise the reality of serving my Princess. Potentially SO embarrassing.
They spent 2 hours laughing and joking, comparing clothes, jewellery, the holidays they had been taken on, and the different ways their slaves would try to impress them.
Rodrigo had seen it all before.
I was hungry and thirsty but after the 2 hours all I got was the bill to pay.
We all went back to the flat. My service to Princess and her friends was about to begin in earnest.
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