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and explain how this all came to be. I met Mistress Anne about 10 years ago (Anne to me at the time). She was a loan officer at my bank, and I met her briefly in the course of closing on a mortgage. We then saw each other occasionally at community functions, and managed to remember each other’s name. All that changed 5 years ago when she ran into me in the lingerie section at a department store. I’m sure I blushed when I saw her, but since I hadn’t selected anything, I could have been shopping for a gift for my wife. So I eased into the nightie section from the bras, but she moved to a few feet away from me, and said in a normal voice, “Be sure and get your size - I’m sure a medium will do.” I could have died. If I had just laughed, said I was shopping for a present, and picked something out, that probably would have been the end of it. But instead, I turned deep red, mumbled something I can’t remember, and left. I was of course humiliated, but had no idea what, if anything, would happen. What could she do other than snicker at me? So I didn’t think anything more about it after a few days. Three weeks later my wife and I were meeting for lunch, and when I got there, who should be sitting with her but Anne! My face was immediately beet red, and while Joyce giggled, Anne said, “Have a seat, little boy.” To make a long story short, Anne had immediately called my wife (who also knew her from the loan closing) and invited her to lunch the next day. (My wife knew I wore panties and had a submissive streak - we had talked about it often - but had never participated or been willing to have me participate with others.) But somehow Anne put her at ease, convinced her she was much better off to give someone control of me two days a month than to risk me finding someone else to “play” with, and the rest is history. I no longer say Anne; she is Mistress Anne or Ma’am to me. It’s actually been a dream come true. I get to fulfill my submissive needs, I don’t have to sneak around behind my wife’s back, and Mistress Anne and I enjoy each other’s friendship. We also socialize occasionally as couples (Joyce and I, Mistress Anne with one of her regular dates). Chapter 2 Now to what happened few weeks ago. Mistress Anne enjoys reminding me how sexually inadequate I am for her. It’s a general statement, but she also applies it specifically to my cock. I’m average in size - probably 6 inches by 1 1/2 inches - but it is true that my cock is lost in her cunt. I’ve thought for these 5 years it was just a result of childbirth. I learned differently this week. Anyhow, about a month ago Mistress Anne began playfully taunting me, saying, “I bet you couldn’t even pick up a horny secretary in a bar - they could sense you are a wimp just looking at you.” I asked if that was a dare. There was a long pause and then she said with a twinkle in her eye, “If you want to make it one.” “What are the stakes?” I asked. “Let’s see. If you can pick up a girl, bring her back here, |
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Great Job
