Dominatrix Light

Hi Everyone,
This is my first try at a story in this genre. As my KH and I are over 50, I thought I would write an "older couples" story. Comments and suggestions are welcome.


Dominatrix Light - Mature Couples #1

A chance meeting -

My lovely wife Ellen and I have been married thirty-four years. Our kids are grown and have been out of the house for some time now. We both still work, but hope to retire in a few years, and do some traveling. We are good travel partners. Good partners in other ways too, including sense of humor, and political leanings. I’d say our sex life has been pretty darn good through most of our relationship. Like many men though, my libido and desire for sexual adventure sometimes outpace my wife’s. As a result, Ellen has had to set some limits on what we will and won’t do in the bedroom. I respect those limits. Quite ironically, a few months ago, we added a bit of variety to our sex life, that at least at first, pushed MY limits.

Ellen is a nurse. Every other year she attends a conference at a hotel in Las Vegas. She brings me along, and in the evenings, we go to a show or have a nice meal (we don’t gamble). While checking into the hotel, an old friend of ours queued up behind us at the registration desk. Ann is also a nurse. She and Ellen had worked together for several years. Ellen changed hospitals awhile back and we don’t see Ann as often as before. Meeting her at the conference gave the two women a chance to catch up on old times. The desk clerk at the hotel must have seen that the girls were friends, and assigned us adjoining rooms on a high floor of the hotel. We took the elevator up together, and on the way up Ann gave us both a big hug.

Ann is short, maybe about 5’3”, and wears her hair short. She looks a little “butch”, if I may use the word. I don’t mean that as criticism. I like the look. Ann has a curvaceousfigure. I have always had a bit of trouble looking her in the eye during conversations. Over the years she has caught my eyes wandering to her breasts on more than one occasion. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t mind though. Ann is one of the least inhibited people I know. The woman is a fountain of sexually charged wise cracks. And she has always been a flirt. When we hugged in the elevator, she pressed her awesome breasts against me, and at the end of the hug she grabbed both of my butt cheeks. I think Ellen saw the butt grab, but said nothing. Hey, “that’s just Ann” as we often say. This wasn’t the first time she had grabbed my ass. But, it was the first time in a couple years, and I had a brief moment of excitement from her touch. The elevator doors opened, and we followed some rather confusing signs to our rooms. After about 20 minutes of unpacking, there was a knock on the door between our adjoining “Junior Suites”. Ann asked if Ellen wanted to go down to the conference registration desk, check-in, and get their study materials. They left me in the room while they registered. About forty minutes later, the girls came back with their conference materials and two bottles of red wine.

We sat down in Ann’s room, which was pretty much a mirror image of ours, with a king bed and a sitting area near the windows. The girls sat on either end of the couch and I took a high-backed armchair facing them. Ann had me open and serve the wine. The first bottle didn’t last long. The girls chatted about this and that and the other thing, catching up on each other’s life, while I mostly listened. Then pretty much out of nowhere, Ann asked “And how is your sex life?”

Ellen was only momentarily surprised by the question because hey, “that’s just Ann” and replied that “It’s good accept when he wants to get too kinky”. It was a little out of character for Ellen to speak so frankly, but the wine may have been talking. Ann leaned forward on the couch and looked me in the eye. “I knew it!! she exclaimed. “I always sensed you were a naughty boy”.Turning back to Ellen she posed a question I knew was coming. “So how kinky is he?” she asked, with a mischievous grin. Ellen motioned for me to refill her glass.“He likes me to dress like a dominatrix”.

Ann was intrigued. “For Pete’s sake girl, your husband is offering you a chance for some real fun! Are you saying you don’t like that kind of play?” Ellen admitted that she liked the “outfits” I had bought for her over the years. She has corsets, thigh high stockings in several styles (she doesn’t like garters) and some sexy shoes that she bought for herself. When she started buying shoes to complete her outfits it was a serious turn on for me. At home, an outfit comes out of her dresser at least once a month and we often pack elements of her erotic wardrobe when we vacation. This trip was no exception.

“Does he call you Mistress? Do you punish him when he’s a bad boy? Does he like a good spanking?” Ann was clearly enjoying ramping up the questioning.

“No, it’s not like that. I just like wearing the outfits,” I had expected Ellen to say that. As I mentioned, she sets the limits in our bedroom. Truth be known, once or twice, I had fantasized receiving and /or giving a spanking as part of our foreplay. But, I had never shared those thoughts with Ellen. Ann feigned disappointment that we were such neophytes. Ellen had one more revelation. “He likes me to wear a strap-on”. Whoa, I did not expect her to share that information! “I don’t find it to be a turn-on, but I humor him because I love him”. I was embarrassed, but I was also aroused. I think Ann sensed it. “He is a naughty boy! But, your husband is trying to bottom from the top. That’s not the way it works!”

“How what works?” Ellen asked. “A dominant woman decides how she will dominate.” Ellen seemed slightly flustered. “Well, I guess the dominatrix role doesn’t come naturally to me. Maybe I need lessons” she replied with a hint of sarcasm.Ann’s response was to the point. “Honey, it’s not just you, your husband needs lessons too. Would you like to start tonight?”

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. I stayed out of the conversation, curious to see how my wife reacted. “You’re offering to give us lessons? What kind of lessons? Just how much do you know about this stuff?” “Honey I have been a dominant woman in the bedroom for years. I’m not a pro Dom, but let’s just say I’m a very accomplished amateur. I would love to teach you a few things”. Ellen was quiet for a several seconds. She looked over at me and then back to Ann.

“What to hell, I’m game”.

Ann offered to give us lessons for the next four nights. She made it quite clear that if we were going to take instruction from her, we should do exactly what she asked. She also made it clear that I would be getting most of the instruction. Ellen would learn some basics of being dominant, but I would be getting a serious course in being submissive.



Our first lesson -

“OK, I hope you two are ready for this.” Ann put down her glass, sat up straight on the couch, crossed her legs, and gave me an order. “Stand up and drop your pants”

“Ann!” Ellen loudly protested. Ann put a reassuring hand on Ellen’s knee.“I need to see what we are working with dear”.

“I said drop your pants!” And so I did. I stood there in front of my wife and her friend with my pants and undershorts around my ankles. “Now play with yourself!” Ann turned back to my wife. “Sweetheart, you’ve seen him do this before. Men love to masturbate.” Ellen protested mildly, saying that she had of course seen me play with myself, but having me do it in front of another woman was weird. “Nonsense! Now jerk that thing!” I complied.

If we were home alone, Ellen would have offered her breasts as a target for my ejaculation, but that evening I was wishing mightily for Ann to offer her magnificent cleavage for a sperm deposit. I knew that was not on the agenda. But a man can dream, can’t he?

When I was seconds away from coming, Ann asked me to stop. I didn’t stop. I didn’t want to. “Stop right now!” she ordered with an almost scary tone of authority. I put my hands to my sides. My dick was standing at nearly full attention. Ellen had evidently gotten over her embarrassment. “Wow” he normally needs a pill to get that hard!”

I stood there silently as Ann asked my wife some rather specific questions about our bedroom activities. She determined quickly that Ellen and I were not cut out to be in the “lifestyle” but playing occasional “scenes” might be fun for us. “Men have two primal needs. One is to ejaculate. Control their ejaculations and you control them. If a man wants release, he must earn it. Personally, I like to make them beg for it. The other need…well, we will get to that later.” She then ran through some of the “basics”.

After a few minutes, she completely changed the subject and began chatting about the medical conference, ignoring me entirely. This went on for what seemed like hours. Ellen only looked over at me a couple of times, and her previous embarrassed expression had turned to one of amusement. I just stood there, holding my dick.

After our introductory lesson, we went back to our room. Ellen visited the bathroom, then crawled under the sheets. I joined her. “Well, that was a little crazy. Do you want to keep going with this?” she asked. I answered carefully “Only if you do.”

Are you going to beg for sex now?”

I was about to do just that. “Good night lover” she said.

There was no chance that I could sleep. I waited, and when I thought Ellen was asleep I slinked off to the bathroom, shut the door as quietly as I could, and jerked off, also as quietly as I could. When I returned to bed, Ellen rolled over and whispered in my ear. “You didn’t have permission to do that.” She rolled back on her side. I lay there wondering how much trouble I was in.



I’m a slow learner -

At breakfast Ann asked if we had sex after leaving her room. Ellen said that “we” didn’t, but “he” had sex with himself in the bathroom. Ann looked disappointed “Then he should be punished!” Ellen asked, “What do you think is appropriate?” Ann promised to come up with something.

I went back to the room while the women went to lectures. I did some work on my laptop until noon, then joined the girls downstairs for lunch. At first Ann didn’t speak to me. It was like I wasn’t even there. When we had finished lunch, she told me to go out and buy some tickets for a specific show.

I did what I was told, purchasing tickets to a Cirque Du Soleil show called Zumanity. When I returned to our room, I ordered an on-demand porno from the hotel’s rather extensive library. The movie wasn’t nearly as interesting or stimulating as my real-life experience from the night before. I turned off the TV and spent the rest of the afternoon doing internet searches on Vegas restaurants. The girls got back to the room at about 5:30. They had both thought the afternoon session was boring. Ann had left the session at 2pm to go shopping. Ellen had ducked into another lecture she found more interesting.

Ann asked us into her room. She removed a small drawstring bag from the dresser drawer. “I have something to help with our lessons”. She had Hellen open the little bag. “Oh my God! “Ellen was taken aback. “Is that what I think it is?” Having visited more adult stores, and seen more porn than my wife, I knew exactly what it was. It was a men’s chastity device. “Since you couldn’t keep your hands off yourself, you will wear this”

Ann had me drop my pants, and I’m not kidding, she had it on me in less than a minute. The device came with a selection of parts that allowed it to be adapted for men of different sizes. She selected the right size parts on her first try. She had clearly done this before. Ellen started to giggle. Ann leaned back on the couch to admire her work. She pointed to a modest gold chain necklace lying on the dresser, then motioned for me to retrieve it, and place it around Ellen’s neck. Your wife is now your keyholder. Do you understand?” Ellen looked a bit embarrassed, but she kissed the tiny key and tucked the front of the neckless down her blouse as she shot me a shy smile. “Ok, that’s done. Let’s get some food and go to the show!” Ann was in a very festive mood. I think locking a man’s genitals must have been one of her favorite hobbies.

Dinner took a little longer than expected and we were nearly late getting to the theater. We found our seats just a minute or two before the house lights went down. Zumanity, like all Cirque Du Soleil shows, was hugely entertaining. It is also highly erotic. There is a scene in the show where some very fit people are having explicit (albeit simulated) sex in a bathtub. A few moments into the scene, Ellen’s hand found its way to my caged cock, then moved lower, and grabbed hold of my balls. At first the pain was easily tolerable, and I was getting rather turned on by both the show and my wife’s attention. As the scene on stage played out though, Ellen began to squeeze harder and harder. I was more than a little relieved when the scene ended, and she relaxed her grip.

After the show, we returned to Ann’s room. She told Ellen to take a seat on the couch. I was instructed to strip and get on my hands and knees on the floor. Ann excused herself and went to the bathroom. When she returned to the room, she had removed her blouse, but was still wearing the long pleated skirt she had worn to the theater. She sat on the edge of the bed in front of me. “That show really got me going! How did it effect you two?”

Ellen, wearing a naughty grin, said the show had been “very interesting”, but made no further comment. It had certainly gotten to me. I was wishing Ann had locked my dick in a larger cage. But then preventing hard-ons is the whole point of the device, isn’t it? For the first time in my life I was glad that age had inhibited my unmedicated ability to get rock hard. There was absolutely no more room in that tiny device.

“Well after that, I need some service! Is your husband good at oral? Ellen gasped. “Ann!”

Ann hiked her skirt up to her waste and lay back on the bed with her legs wide apart. She had aparently removed her undergarments while in the bathroom. Or maybe she doesn’t wear underwear. I didn’t inquire. She asked me to get her a pillow, which she slid under her buttocks. Ann exposed herself at an angle that gave me full view from her anus to the tightly clipped patch of hair above her lady parts. She put her hands behind her head and spread her legs wider still. I knew what to do. Or, I thought I knew.

I buried my face into her and began what I thought would be a demonstration of my oral skills. After a few seconds she stopped me. “For Pete’s sake slow down!” she said. Ann grabbed my hair and guided me. She wanted only light tongue pressure. When she was satisfied that I understood what she wanted, she released my hair and reached down with both hands, opening a wider pathway. She tasted a bit like mint. I like mint!

I slowly glided from her clit to her bottom and back again, just as I had been instructed. Not too much pressure and linger just a bit at each end. After a minute or two, I felt her clit spasm under my tongue. That was the first sign of her approaching orgasm. She was otherwise quite composed, albeit with slightly heavier breathing. I was hoping for an “Oh My God” or something, but it was not forthcoming. She grabbed my hair again and pushed my mouth against her bud, in a way that said “Now Stay Right There!” I stayed right there.. but added some side to side flutter that I hoped would earn me extra credit. All that time, my wife, seated only five or six feet behind us, had been watching the show. Ann continued to hold my face to her crotch and called Ellen over. She moved from the couch to bed, setting down next to Ann. I glanced up at my wife and our eyes met. She watched on as I ate her friend. Ann shuddered. She pushed my head away for a brief second, and then guided me back down. Then she did it again. And then again. She brought herself right to the edge of orgasm three times before allowing herself a full back-arching climax. After catching her breath, she stood and adjusted her skirt. “Your husband seems teachable”.

I began to gather my clothes but was instructed to remain naked. “Most men think they know what they are doing. But good men know when to take guidance. Always show your husband exactly what you want”. We were then politely dismissed, and we went back to our own room. There, Ellen showed me exactly what she wanted in a way she had never done before. When I had completed my service, I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I sat down to pee (a near necessity for a man whose cock has been caged) and when I was done, I returned to bed where my lovely wife had already drifted off to sleep.



Assume the position -

The next day, while the women were in class, I started a deep cleaning of both hotel rooms, as I had been instructed to do. I made the beds with perfect precision. I cleaned the bathrooms with towels and a toothbrush. When the housekeeper knocked, I put on a bathrobe before going to the door, as I had been instructed to do my chores naked, but for my chastity device. I told her we only needed towels, but that I wanted to borrow her vacuum. I swept the floors, and when done, set the vacuum back in the hall. After that, I washed the ladies’ dirty underwear in the bathroom sink, I dried each pair of panties with the hair dryer and placed them neatly in the top drawer in each room where they kept their clean undies. While returning panties to Ann’s drawer, I found she also had an “outfit”. Her corset and nylons were deep purple, as was most of her lingerie. I guess I expected black leather or something, but who am I to decide what a dominatrix should wear? There was a gold neckless similar to the one for my key. This one had TWOkeys! Each had tiny initials engraved in them. I hoped to hear the back story that went with those. Did she have TWO male friends in chastity? Also, in the drawer, were a pair of handcuffs and riding crop. Yikes! I closed the drawer and went back to our room, but I was still curious about one thing. I went back and checked the size on one of her bras. Hey, I just had to know.

When the ladies came back to the room, Ann went through a faux inspection and deemed my cleaning efforts to be “pathetic”. I had actually done an exemplary job, but I realized that we were about to play a “scene”. My punishment was a spanking. Ann had Ellen start. It was a half-hearted effort. Ann said “No, like this!”. She did not hold back, however it was only three whacks with an open hand, more for demonstration purposes than actual punishment. It hurt, but I took it stoically. After all, I had agreed to this, and it seemed more like theater than punishment.

The girls went to dinner by themselves leaving me in the room. I watched the news and tried the in-room porn again. This time I found a movie that really excited me. I turned it off after a few minutes though. The film featured a mature woman who looked a bit like Ellen, taking a pounding from a younger man while her husband watched them from a chair in the corner. The Ellen of the movie was having a fabulous time! The young stud had some serious stamina. My hands instinctively went to my jailed dick. I was painfully turned on, and simultaneously ashamed of being that turned on. Ashamed how much I wanted to start wanking. It was too much for me. I changed the channel. When the ladies came back from dinner, they brought me their leftovers. Later, when Ellen and I went to bed, I provided sexual service with my hands and mouth with no expectation of reciprocation. It gave me odd enjoyment to do so.

The following day, while the girls were at lectures, I again performed my cleaning chores, and then watched some college football. When the ladies returned, I noticed that my wife was now wearing my cage key in plain sight. Ellen did the room inspection. Of course, I failed again. I got down on my hands and knees and presented my sorry ass to Ellen. She issued my punishment while Ann supervised. I could tell my wife was still holding back a little, but her last open-handed whack had some real zing to it, putting an exclamation point on the experience. She was starting to get into this! Ann said “I’ll be right back. She returned with the riding crop. She briefly fondled my ass cheeks then reached between my legs to ascertain if I was getting hard in my cage. I was. Ann then gave me two hard cracks with the riding crop, that hurt like hell! She tried handing off the evil implement to Ellen.

“I don’t know about this” Ellen said. She handed the thing back to Ann. I was in total agreement with her decision. The newbies limits had been established.

Ann said she had an idea for a punishment “more appropriate for our naughty little boy”. In a matter of moments, she had me laying naked across my wife’s lap, receiving an open-handed spanking. The pain was minor and the pleasure sublime. My ass grew warmer and my cock strained for release. Ellen was not going to cross a line into hurting me, but she was enjoying my submission. We were creating our own erotic theater and had found the roles we wanted to play.

After I had taken my punishment, the girls moved over to the couch. I was instructed to give them each a foot massage. I had never realized that my wife liked a foot massage. Seriously, in all the years we had been married, she had never asked for one, and I had not thought to try. Ann was right. “men require guidance.”When I had finished my massage duties, Ann excused herself for the night.

Once dressed for bed, Ellen to my surprise, requested I continue her foot massage. She made some other requests too. Actually, they weren’t requests. They were specific directions. Judging by her heavy breathing and some very dirty language, I thought I was following instructions quite well, but after her first orgasm (she usually tries for two) Ellen sat up in bed and said she wanted to talk. She said our male submission scenes were hot, and my oral skills had improved already “But I need a good fuck!” I told her I was more than ready.

Ellen held up the key “OK, beg me to unlock you… (long pause)…no I’m kidding!!” She had me going there for a minute. She gave me a long deep kiss and set me free from the device. It took her less then 30 seconds of fellatio and just few hand stokes to get me rock hard. I think it surprised both of us. We had an awesome fuck, and after we cleaned-up Ellen insisted ”we” put the cage back on. I clamped the ring around my scrotum and Ellen pressed the cage back onto my still partially erect dick. It took a bit of effort, as she had to compress my phallus down to about two inches. She made it work though, and I was back in chastity. “Ann says if men your age are kept from jerking off, they perform better in bed. I think you just proved her right. The only one jerking your old dick from now on, will be me!”

I gladly accepted our new arrangement.



The last lesson -

The evening of the last day of the conference, I was told to “leave the room for half an hour”. I wasn’t told how to occupy myself while gone. It turned out that the wait for the elevator going down to the lobby bar, having a couple of drinks, and the wait for the elevator going up, took nearly forty minutes. Would I be in trouble?I knocked, at our door, though I had a key. Ann ushered me in. Ellen was sitting on the end of the bed. Both women were wearing open top corsets though Ellen was not wearing any of the accessories that go with her outfit. Ann on the other hand was in full dominatrix garb. She said, “come here and get on your knees”. I kneeled in front of her and was blindfolded. Ann guided me to the bed. She positioned me on my back, with my head in Ellen’s lap. “I still think you were a bad boy these last few days, but your wife has decided otherwise, and she wants to reward you.” Ann spoke quietly, “Tell your wife what you’re thinking right now”. I knew she was looking for something far more profound than my feeble reply. “I’m thinking this is very comfortable?”

“Tell her something more. Tell her what you have learned”.Words began to form in my mind. Would it be the right answer? Blindfolded and in darkness, with Ellen’s breast at my cheek, I knew this was to be the final scene of my basic training.

“I’ll be good. I’ll do anything you ask”.

And that is when I received my reward. I knew there would be no warm lactation to complete this strangely erotic scene. But it didn’t matter. I was as deep in the moment as I had ever been. As Ellen held me to her chest, I nursed. My hands went to my caged cock and swollen balls. Ellen pushed my hands away. She released me from my chastity device and began to fondle me with a firm but caring hand. Then my wonderful wife whispered in my ear “cum for mommy”. It was only seconds before I did.



The Next Morning -

In the lobby, after checking out of our rooms, we said our goodbyes. “It was really great to see you again Ann! This trip has been educational on many levels. My hubby and I learned a great deal...didn’t we dear?” Ellen shot me a slightly wicked but mostly playful glance. Then Ann did the same.

Before we parted, Ann suggested we get adjacent rooms at the next conference.

 

Thanks! Reading it aloud must have been very enjoyable!
FYI- I just posted a new story " Michael Likes to Watch"

 

Thank you so much! I was hoping people would like it.
Today I posted a new story " Michael Likes to Watch" I hope you get a chance to read it.

 

Thanks for the compliment!
Just posted a new one. Hope you like that too!

 

Thanks man!