It’d been years since she’d let her inner Mistress surface. Up until mer mid 40s she and her husband had been regulars in the lifestyle, their children unaware of their father’s cuckold nature.
Strong men would kneel before her, begging to be punished. Alpha males the only ones allowed to pleasure her.
Sometimes she’d let him watch, sometimes just listen at the door, sometimes stating home, looking after the children while she went away.
But always Mommy and Daddy, at home.
Until he was killed in an accident, then her whole focus changed. A single mom, she worked hard, her children grew, none of them showing any signs of being anything other than vanilla.
30 years had passed since she’d become a widow. She’d watched her family prosper, her grandson now off at college.
Her past life, she thought, buried.
Until..... last month...... 2 words. Whispered by her grandson as she walked past her spare room in the early hours of the morning. He’d come over to help clear a lot of old boxes as she was finally going to downsize and was staying the night.
It was after midnight, she was heading towards the kitchen to get the tablets she’d forgotten to take, when she saw the light in his room. He must be reading or on his phone.
She smiled to herself, he was such a good boy. Looked so much like her late husband. She was about to move on when those 2 words stopped her like a brick wall.
“Please Mistress....”
Did she hear right? She moved closer, pushing the door gently, hearing him moan. Taking a risk she peered around the door, stifling a gasp as she saw in one hand he was holding one of the old magazines her husband used to buy, Madame Sterns Monthly, the other hand feverishly working 9” of his magnificent young erection.
It was all she could do to walk away, frantically search for her old vibrator, and for the first time in months bring herself to an amazing climax.
She woke the next day, feeling different, old needs creeping back. Her instincts alive, she began to test her grandson, his responses exciting her as they proved he’d definitely inherited more than just his grandfathers looks.
He’d gone home that day and she’d found the box the magazine had come from. She was sure he’d taken some home. Searching, she found another long forgotten box. The fragrance of leather still strong as she opened it.
Excitement built as she tried it on, most still fitted. A new corset was ordered, appointments made for nails and hair.
Then the invitation, no the command, was issued. Mistress Katherine commands your presence Saturday. No more needed, only the time and address.
Saturday came, she dressed, ready, eager, hungry.
Would he come?
Then the sound of a car, the door closing, light entering the house as the unlatched door opened.
His face, his grandfather’s face, told it all. He dropped to his knees.
Her life was back.
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It’d been years since she’d let her inner Mistress surface. Up until mer mid 40s she and her husband had been regulars in the lifestyle, their children unaware of their father’s cuckold nature.
Strong men would kneel before her, begging to be punished. Alpha males the only ones allowed to pleasure her.
Sometimes she’d let him watch, sometimes just listen at the door, sometimes stating home, looking after the children while she went away.
But always Mommy and Daddy, at home.
Until he was killed in an accident, then her whole focus changed. A single mom, she worked hard, her children grew, none of them showing any signs of being anything other than vanilla.
30 years had passed since she’d become a widow. She’d watched her family prosper, her grandson now off at college.
Her past life, she thought, buried.
Until..... last month...... 2 words. Whispered by her grandson as she walked past her spare room in the early hours of the morning. He’d come over to help clear a lot of old boxes as she was finally going to downsize and was staying the night.
It was after midnight, she was heading towards the kitchen to get the tablets she’d forgotten to take, when she saw the light in his room. He must be reading or on his phone.
She smiled to herself, he was such a good boy. Looked so much like her late husband. She was about to move on when those 2 words stopped her like a brick wall.
“Please Mistress....”
Did she hear right? She moved closer, pushing the door gently, hearing him moan. Taking a risk she peered around the door, stifling a gasp as she saw in one hand he was holding one of the old magazines her husband used to buy, Madame Sterns Monthly, the other hand feverishly working 9” of his magnificent young erection.
It was all she could do to walk away, frantically search for her old vibrator, and for the first time in months bring herself to an amazing climax.
She woke the next day, feeling different, old needs creeping back. Her instincts alive, she began to test her grandson, his responses exciting her as they proved he’d definitely inherited more than just his grandfathers looks.
He’d gone home that day and she’d found the box the magazine had come from. She was sure he’d taken some home. Searching, she found another long forgotten box. The fragrance of leather still strong as she opened it.
Excitement built as she tried it on, most still fitted. A new corset was ordered, appointments made for nails and hair.
Then the invitation, no the command, was issued. Mistress Katherine commands your presence Saturday. No more needed, only the time and address.
Saturday came, she dressed, ready, eager, hungry.
Would he come?
Then the sound of a car, the door closing, light entering the house as the unlatched door opened.
His face, his grandfather’s face, told it all. He dropped to his knees.
Her life was back.