This is Part Eleven 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:
Since Sara seemed to be so stunned she was incapable to doing anything but gaping at us, I gave her something to gape at.
I gave her husband a rough kiss and dropped his head back on the couch. Then I stood up, smoothed my hands over my luscious body, making sure she got a good look at every curve, and walked boldly toward Sara, watching her face every step of the way.
You’re mine, I thought at her. You’re a little bitch in heat and I’m going to show you your place in the world. In Pamela’s world. I fingered my dildo in its holster, lifting it an inch and letting it fall back into place. I so wanted to bend the bitch double and fuck her hard with my strap-on. I pictured it in my mind’s eye and projected it at her.
Her eyes fluttered. She was having trouble holding my gaze. I felt a sense of triumph. I’d gotten a lot of practice at seducing women when I was at college and I knew the signs.
I sat across her lap. She was so much taller than me that in other clothes I might have looked like a child sitting there. But as a Dominatrix I owned every inch of me, and every inch of her, too, though she didn’t know it yet. I slipped a hand under her hair and tangled my fingers at the back of her neck. Her eyes fluttered closed for a long moment.
“Mmmm…. beautiful Sara. I’ve wanted to kiss you for years… but I knew the Major wouldn’t approve.”
Her eyes opened, focussed on my mouth, my mouth covered in her husband’s lipstick. I lowered my face toward hers and she made a protesting noise at the back of her throat. I slipped my other hand up to her throat and splayed my fingers across it, adding the faintest bit of pressure.
“Kiss me,” I commanded her. “Kiss me. I know you want to.”
My dark eyes held hers, mesmerizing her. Kiss me, I thought at her, and pushed on the back of her head. Her eyes closed and she surrendered to my kiss. I brushed her mouth lightly, tenderly, until she released the breath she’d been holding. I kissed her again, kissed her eyelids and her cheeks, nibbled on her chin.
When she started panting, I yanked her head back hard and slid my tongue into her mouth.
She moaned and her hands came up to hold me and in that moment I knew I had her.
Yes, I thought. She’s mine!
