This is Part Eight 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:
The old hacienda John and Sara owned was a sprawling U shaped building erected around a central courtyard. I had no idea how many bedrooms they had but I knew there were many — enough to hold a couple dozen guests. One of the rooms I’d stayed in during a big gathering had a huge mission-style four-poster bed in it, a bed that I knew I’d have use for, even if it wasn’t for sleeping.
When I found the room I dumped my gear in it and did some setup work, including stringing some ropes from the sturdy canopy that enclosed the bed. I laid out my strap-on harness and a couple of dildos, lubricants (including the warming type), and on the bench at the foot of the bed, I placed a couple of floggers, a paddle, and a crop — all the toys I considered necessary for a sensual domination session. Then I found the closest bedroom and unpacked some of my clothes, looking for the black satin skirt that I knew would go perfectly with my bustier.
I went upstairs and stood in the doorway of the living room, where John had returned to wait for me. I’d put on a thigh-length black vinyl overcoat and knee-boots that gave me a fetishy dominant look, especially combined with my hair pulled back in a cone-shaped leather fastener that added height and severity.
For the second time that day, John jumped when he spotted me.
To be continued tomorrow…
