Sordid Secrets

by Mistress Kaz

  Maid would usually walk around in full costume cracking jokes as well which helped everyone to relax. We feasted, we drank, we laughed and gradually as the inhibitions rolled away, the conversations became more candid.

  Often at this point some of the slaves would start to reveal things that they had done for sexual kicks in the past. It was a great group therapy session as much as a relaxing meal. The next day would always be more colourful and comfortable as a result.

  Sometimes after dinner I would suggest a game of truth or dare or something a little bit silly like Pictionary. As a result, I got to know my slaves a little more intimately. I would get regulars who would come back for a week at a time. It was almost like a little family, albeit it a strange and kinky one!

  ‘Family’ I thought wistfully. It didn’t feel that way now with Zora being the other side of the world. We had met many years ago and she had felt like the only real family I had. Until she upped and left. I scolded myself mentally. It wouldn’t do to be morose tonight – I was an entertainer and had a banquet to throw!

  Scanning the table I could see that two spaces were empty. A couple of the guests must have decided not to join us. Ah well their loss I thought and took another big sip of my wine. I rolled it over my tongue slowly enjoy it’s fruity medium tones.

  I lifted my fork to stab at a nearby potato when I heard a commotion coming from the kitchen. I could hear a man and a woman shouting. Then a woman’s voice cried out “This was the worst idea I ever had!” she yelled “Apart from marrying you!”

  Oh dear. It seems there would be amateur dramatics tonight. To be honest it wouldn’t be the first time something like this happened at The Sluttery. I would enjoy my wine for a little while and then send one of my little spy’s out to ensure that all was well. I never interfered until I had all the facts. I am a purveyor of fetish and a domme, not a marriage guidance counsellor or therapist…although sometimes I seemed to fall into those roles unwittingly.

  As far as I was concerned there was nothing at The Sluttery that could not be fixed. It was a place of magic and I had a way of fixing problems large or small. Nothing was ever unmanageable for me.

  Amy

  I could never have imagined in a million years that I would have come face to face with my husband Hugh in a place like this. What are the chances of that! It seemed impossible, and yet it had happened.

  My first thought had been ‘He is going to divorce me for this!’ and I felt flushed with shame and guilt. In the next instance, I was filled with a raging fury that burned through my body like a bush fire threatening to consume everything within it’s wake.

  As I felt that pull of adrenaline surge through me, I knew I was either going to strike him or flee. In the end, I had just fled. I was filled with a blinding rage, angry with him and even more angry with myself.

  How had we come to be like this? I realised in that moment that we should have made more effort to make things work rather than ending up in this horrible and humiliating predicament.

  I huddled on the bed and curled up in a ball. Pricks of pain seared through my eyes as I tried not to weep and a horrible painful lump formed in my throat. I was in turmoil and flitted between rage and a deep sadness. I find emotional pain extremely over bearing, to the extent I feel physically in pain too. My whole body cramped up, my head pounded and a swirling panic twisted around inside me.

  I balled my hands up into fists and pounded the pillow in anger. ‘Bastard, bastard, bastard’ I yelled. I wondered to myself if Hugh had slept with anyone and that thought drove me into an even more intense fury.

  It was like I was possessed by something demonic. Jumping to my feet I yelled ‘aaaarg’ I snatched up the bedspread and threw it on the floor. The pillows followed, then the sheets and a radio which smashed into pieces on the floor. I looked around for something else to throw and then just stood there, staring at the childish mess I’d made on the floor. I felt powerless and a little pathetic. I sank to the floor feeling lost in the pile of messy, tangled sheets. Then the overwhelming sadness came.

  My eyes burned and welled and my vision blurred as scalding hot tears poured down my cheeks. Was my marriage over?

  Hugh

  I stared at the untouched plateful of food in front of me. ‘Of all the places, I could have ended up!’ I thought to myself in anger! I wasn’t sure if I was angrier with myself or with Amy. No Amy! I was definitely angrier with Amy. That wanton hussy! The harlot!

  When I thought logically, I realised that I was being hypocritical, but then an image of ‘the mysterious brunette’ played by my wife invaded my thoughts. The vision of her sat on the bench, legs splayed and being pleasured was imprinted upon my mind. I was unable to escape it.

  I felt betrayed, she had lied to me. The biggest blow was perhaps to my ego, the fact that she was seeking pleasure from someone other than me. Then I wondered if Amy was having the same thoughts as me. Were we both seeking what we weren’t getting at home?

  She had looked so beautiful today and if I had known she was into all this kinky stuff then I would have never looked elsewhere.

  As I tried to rationalise and make sense of all these bizarre happenings, that image of Amy kept returning to my mind, and whilst I still felt angry, there was something else there too. My cock twitched uncomfortable in my pants. I tried to ignore it and focus on processing the information in front of me but it was a huge distraction.

  I knew what I needed to do. I would break Mistresses’ rules and pleasure myself. Once I stopped feeling horny I would be able to concentrate and be able to figure out what to do next.

  I pushed the plate of food away and lied back on the purple chaise longue. I didn’t bother to strip. I wore a black satin shirt and dark denim jeans. Instead I unzipped my fly and released my cock which sprung out readily.

  I burrowed back further into the plump cushion and took my cock in my hand. I began stroking softly to start with, almost testing it, defying it not to work.

  I picked up my mobile and scoured through a fetish site about domination which I secretly enjoyed. It had lots of erotic images, sexy stories and videos. It was called Uk-fetish.co.uk and I loved to read the erotic stories about men being taken with strap-on’s and dominated by a superior Mistress.

  I found a couple of pictures of a blonde Mistress taking a slave with a strap-on, one of my ultimate fantasies! However, the only image I still had in my mind was of my wife pulling that slaves head close into her and orgasming hard on his tongue. Then something odd happened.

  A strange pulse of desire raced through me and the image became extremely erotically charged. The thought was turning me on no end. Then despite my fragile emotions, my thoughts turned more perverse and in my mind, I played out a scenario with my wife slipping to her knees and taking the slaves cock in her mouth.

  In my mind, she wrapped her lips around his engorged cock whilst gazing up at me with big wide eyes, moaning as she took that swollen shaft between her lips. I realised that I was enjoying the humiliating and agonising eroticism of thinking about my wife being with another man. I stroked my cock a little slowly and edged it a couple of times, bringing myself to the brink of orgasm and then stopping.

  It had been an entire week since I had come and apart from heavy balls, I had a lot of pent up frustration inside. Despite this, I found myself wanting to explore this scenario further and I held off orgasm, instead teasing my cock and stopping.

  I looked down at my cock. It was 7 inches when fully erect, clean, well shaped and right now it was extremely hard. My balls were aching and as my fingers wrapped around the shaft, I imagined Amy lying back on the bench, wearing nothing but a little black rubber skirt and spreading her pussy lips wide, inviting the slave to slide inside her. She was wet and wanted him. Fuck me she mouthed with her lips. That thought drove me crazy!

  The slave stood and released his cock. I imagined it was bigger than mine – 9 inches and thick. Her eyes would widen in surprise and longing and her fingers would
travel up over her chest and tease at her nipples as she waited to be filled.

  Then the slave would take his cock in his hand and slip it between that sweet parting. She would moan and gasp with pleasure and he would push deeper inside her causing her to writhe and beg him to fuck her. He would take a hold of her hips and start to slowly thrust inside her, long sweeping strokes which were raw, primal and a little aggressive.

  These sordid thoughts were agonising, but made my cock harder than it had ever been before. I wondered what it would be like to see her pounded hard. The aggressive nature of my thoughts at this moment led to dreaming of her being taken hard and mercilessly. He would drive his shaft into her over and over, harder and harder.

  She would scream and moan and start to buck as waves of pleasure filled her body. The slave would fill her with the entirety of his cock, squeezing her bouncing breasts tight between his fingers making her cry out. Then he would lift her and flip her over onto all fours and use her like a sex toy. He would drive his hips into her filling her over and over, her large breasts bouncing around.

  I mentally saw him thrusting with wild abandon, panting heavily and sweating and finally exploding inside deep inside her, filling Amy with his cum.

  As I thought all of this, I involuntarily squeezed my cock tight, my own hips thrusting as I pleasured myself into oblivion. When I came, it was like a tornado of devastation. I exploded everywhere, pleasure overwhelming my mind and body and a fountain of cum spraying over my belly.

  Confusion and pain tore at my very essence, but something else pricked at my conscience… that was the best orgasm I had ever had alone!

  Lady Athena

  I sat cross legged on the red chenille covered futon in front of the fireplace in my private lounge. I watched as the flames danced a merry dance and the shadows flickered on the walls. I found fire soothing and reached almost meditative state as I gazed into the flames. The white noise of the crackling fire was soothing to my soul.

  My mind wondered and I mused over today’s events. When the couple had checked in separately using the surname Winters, I hadn’t thought anything of it. It’s a common enough surname and I put it down to coincidence.

  The heated exchange in the kitchens confirmed that this was not some kind of kinky role play. It was obvious that neither had a clue that the other party was here until that moment.

  It was an amusing situation, although admittedly quite catastrophic for the two of them. I mean there were so many other options they could have chosen, thousands of options and they had decided upon my kinky Sluttery of delights to play away in. The two of them were more similar than they realised and I concurred that if they could reach some kind of understanding, that their relationship could reach new heights of satisfaction.

  I had sent Maid to check on them both, but neither would answer the door. I imagined a lot of soul searching would be going on right now.

  I decided to leave them to it for a bit, but some spying would be in the equation. I had some time to kill so I decided to put the spy cam on. I wanted to see how this would pan out. Besides the contract stated that I may view all bedrooms at any point by remote webcam, so I wasn’t contravening any privacy rules.

  As much as I enjoy a bit of drama and excitement, I never enjoy seeing couples at logger heads. Call me a bit of a Cilla Black if you will, or a Dr Phil, but I simply could not allow them to leave my establishment with bad memories and blaming me for the breakdown of their relationship. I didn’t want to see this come between them and I felt a care of duty towards the two.

  I suppose that is why after struggling with the ethics of the idea, I had decided to spring into action and do something that might help resolve the conflict. This would reveal that neither were looking to cheat and have sex with anyone else. They had both been insistent on this. Could this help smooth things over? I was almost certain it couldn’t do any harm. At least I hoped so and that it would not be like pouring gasoline onto a raging inferno.

  My gut feelings were usually right. I hoped to hell they were not wrong this time! I can’t even bring myself to reveal to you what I had done, but rest assured it was me alright!

  I suspected it would be Hugh that would go to her first. She was less sure of herself, gentle and self-doubting. Hugh whilst submissive, was the more confident of the two. I turned the cams on and waited as patiently as a cat watching a fly.

  Amy

  I didn’t want to face reality or the realisation that Hugh and I may be over. We were both in the wrong, we had both betrayed the other. Could we ever get past this? Another tear rolled down my face and I felt sick inside. I felt weak and stupid, empty…lost. I just couldn’t imagine a life without Hugh, but then I should have thought about that before. He should have thought of that before. What a terrible, sickening mess this whole thing was.

  I lie there for some time, my mind going over and over and over. I fidgeted amongst the satin sheets on the floor unable to even bear re-making the bed. The satin against my skin was no longer pleasurable. Everything felt tainted and dirty.

  I heard Maid knocking on the door at one point but I refused to answer. I couldn’t deal with facing anyone. I just wanted the floor to swallow me up into darkness. I would feel safer in the pitch black. Without thinking I reached towards the ornate bronze lampshade and flicked off the switch. I thought the dark velvet blackness shrouding me would bring my troubled mind some relief. In reality, I felt as lonely as ever. My heart twisted into an angry knot and the sinking feeling in my stomach made me feel sick to my core.

  I realised I was freezing cold and shivered hard, trembling all over. I stood shakily and walked to the door to fetch my dressing gown. As I reached out to pick up the fluffy white gown, I glimpsed down and spotted a brown envelope on the floor. I wondered what it could possibly be. Perhaps it was a letter from Athena asking me to vacate my room. I had caused her embarrassment at dinner time. She would be displeased and must be asking me to leave. Was there anyone I hadn’t upset?

  I tore open the envelope and inside was a form folded up. On the form was a bright pink post it note.

  It read:

  Dear Amelia,

  I don’t normally share confidential information as it is against my ethics, but I feel it is important that you see this.

  There is no problem in life that cannot be resolved with understanding and forgiveness.

  X

  I unfolded the form wondering what this was all about, then I realised that it was Hugh’s consent form. I had filled in one myself so recognised it instantly.

  It read Hugh Winters then there were tick boxes for likes. He had ticked ‘Spanking, Strap-On, Slave Training.’

  In the comments box, there was some additional notes. It read:

  “I fear I am unable to ask my wife to try these things as do not wish to risk ruining the relationship. I am keen to serve and explore my submissive side, but do not want to engage in penetrative sex. I do not want to cheat on my wife, simply explore this side of myself that I have thus been unable to explore to this point.”

  Under limits he had written “Sex is a hard limit. I am happily married and just want to experience being a slave and find out how to become a better lover for my wife.”

  I stared at the form in shock and I could have wept with relief. I had written almost the same thing on my form! I laughed aloud and then stifled a sob. Then I buried my face between my knees and wept. Did this make it more acceptable? Could we get past this? We were still doomed? I was so unsure of myself, of Hugh and everything else.

  I rubbed my tear soaked eyes with the back of my hand. Did this change anything I wondered? There were obviously big problems in the relationship if we had both ended up here. Somehow it hadn’t felt as bad when I thought I was just sneaking off for a few days of fun. I had even naively hoped it would teach me a few things so I could try to spice things up with Hugh at home. Now it was glaring obvious to me that I had buried my head in the sand and tried to plaster over the problem
with a band aid which was rapidly slipping away.

  The sound of rapping at the door interrupted my thoughts.

  “Go away!” I hollered angrily at the intrusion.

  The door knocked again. In a temper, I flew to the door and swung it wide open expecting to see Maid stood there with a plate of food.

  It was Hugh’s face that greeted me. He wore a black silk shirt with a long collar and two buttons open. He had on a dark of fitted dark denim jeans that hugged his legs and a pair of black trainers. He looked effortlessly stylish and despite my anger I couldn’t help admiring his handsome face and olive skin.

  Hugh pushed his way in and closed the door behind him. He had a strange look on his face. I couldn’t tell if he was angry or sad or if he was going to shout or cry or go ballistic. I hadn’t expected him to come. I thought the next I would hear from him would be divorce papers.

  The whole time I just looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to speak, except he didn’t. He just stared at me. Then he stepped towards me, brought his lips to mine and pushed me back on the bed. From the moment he touched me, I didn’t think about what to do I just did what was instinctive to me, what felt right. He kissed me passionately, nibbling my lips and I kissed him back with equal fervour.

  I ran my fingers through his hair stroking him, touching his face. He ripped opened my robe bearing my breasts, kissing them all over, then he took my wrists and pinned me to the bed, kissing me hard and grinding against me. I could feel his erection pressing against me and I wanted it so badly. I wanted him to pound me and make me his, to tell me everything was going to be all right and make love to me all night long!