This is Part Four of The Secret Life of John and Sara, started here.
The Secret Life of John and Sara is based on a true story. I’ve fictionalized it to protect the identities of my friends John and Sara, whose ‘secret life’ is secret for a very good reason. John is a Silicon Valley CEO, a sissy and a cuckold, and Sara is a 40-something nymphomaniac Nurse Administrator. Here is their story:
I squeezed his hand.
“Obviously, your secret is out, so you might as well tell me the rest.”
He looked at me rather doubtfully. I could practically hear what he was thinking. How on earth could a 25-year-old woman possibly understand what he was going through? Perhaps playing the sympathetic girl-friend wasn’t going to work afterall.
“Hold that thought, dear! I need to use the powder room,” I said with a pat of his manicured hand. I grabbed my overnight bag and crossed the freshly vacuumed carpet to the half-bath that served the main salon of the old hacienda.
Earlier in the day I’d picked up a bustier from a fetish-wear designer in San Luis Obispo. It was gorgeous black satin brocade with red lacings and came with a pair of red satin gloves. The skirt I planned to wear with it was at home, so I slipped into a pair of red boy shorts and grabbed the flogger I’d bought when I picked up the bustier.
When John saw me, his jaw dropped.
I stood over him in the high heels that almost made me a foot shorter than him and crossed my arms under my breasts.
“Start talking,” I said. My tone of voice was intense and demanding. He hadn’t responded to sympathy, so perhaps he needed something more astringent.
To be continued tomorrow…
