I was halfway through the Sunday newspaper and my breakfast in bed when Clarissa, my lovely wife, showed me that ad in the paper. “Mistress Hedone” was her name and fulfilling Desires and Fantasies – her business. Standing tall and dressed in a tight black leather outfit and red high heels, this voluptuous blonde goddess in her mid-30s was posing for the photograph holding a long black whip, a myriad of sex toys scattered at her feet, including my wife’s favorite: a strap-on dildo. “Richard, I think we should give this lady a call” Clarissa said. “We’ve always wanted to try it, maybe this is our chance”, she added, eyes gleaming, lips curling into the slyest of smiles. I remained silent for a few seconds. I loved the idea but I also wanted to see the excitement and joy run wild and untamed through her dazzling body. “Okay. Make the necessary arrangements”, I finally said, my eyes still on the newspaper, my mind already flying all over the place. Clarissa nodded and kissed me on the lips before swiftly jumping out of bed to call Mistress Hedone.
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Even though there is an 18-year-age gap between me and my lovely wife, I’ve always believed, since the very first time I laid my eyes on her, that we were soulmates, destined to be together forever. We married exactly 180 days after we met and in every minute of every single day of our six-year marriage I’ve always deeply felt that we were (and still are) both extremely happy. We’ve always made our best effort to fulfill each other’s desires and this was another one of those endeavors. Fueled by a mix of anxiousness and excitement, we arrived at Mistress Hedone’s place, a magnificently restored 14th century palace on the outskirts of town. We were a little early but she was already waiting for us.
A gentleman in his 20s wearing a black mask and black leather trousers greeted us at the front door and invited us to come in. “Sumptuous” and “Sublime” were two adjectives that came to my mind as we stepped in, with black and red being the colors that dominated the whole place. Just like the picture I had seen 3 days earlier in the newspaper, our majestic hostess was dressed in a tight black leather outfit and high heels, her thin fingers wrapped around a long black whip. We were in her “office”, and sitting on the desk in front of her, there was nothing but a big strap-on dildo. Our hostess approached us slowly, her strong perfume inebriating our bodies, our souls and our minds. Behind her black mask, a pair of penetrating blue eyes peered into both of us, as we stood, for what seemed like an eternity, in silence, staring at her. Through her luscious red lips, Mistress Hedone whispered: “After I give the order to lock the door you just entered, no words shall be spoken until it is unlocked again. Through these walls, only the sounds of pain and pleasure shall echo”. Clarissa and I nodded in acknowledgment and assent after which Mistress Hedone pulled out a key from between her big round breasts and locked the door behind us.
Clarissa and I were ordered to take off all our clothes and throw them in the roaring fireplace, which we did without a hint of hesitation. As the clothes disappeared into the flames, Clarissa and I were both served a glass of red absinthe. After finishing our drink, we were separated. Mistress Hedone helped Clarissa lie down on the black leather couch in the corner of the room and then blindfolded me and guided me towards her desk. I started to shake, not in fear but in excitement, and as she ordered me to place my head on the desk, the sound of the strap-on harness rattling across the table reached my ears. Slowly but firmly, she penetrated me and I instantly raised my head and gasped. Clarissa moaned back, clearly enjoying herself, probably even more than she was expecting to, as Mistress Hedone kept moving her strong hips back and forth. Relishing every single thrust, I unconsciously moved my right hand from the top of the desk towards my penis but was immediately stopped by the scorching touch of the whip as it landed on my back with a loud crack. I understood the message and proceeded to patiently enjoy both the outstanding work Mistress Hedone was doing on me and the sounds of my lovely wife pleasing herself on the leather couch.
With three distinctive screams that filled that luxurious chamber of desire, Clarissa reached the summit of her pleasure. Mistress Hedone immediately stopped and pulled her strap-on out of me. With my legs still shaking and my penis powerfully erect, she pushed me down on the extravagant carpet and I felt my lovely wife’s hands caressing my sweaty body. Wrapping her moist lips around my penis, Clarissa blessed me with the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced in my entire life. As we lay on the floor, struggling for fresh air, Mistress Hedone unlocked the door and her servant immediately entered the room with two sets of clothes, one in each hand, one tagged with “XX” and the other tagged with “XY”. Mistress Hedone ordered us to get dressed as she poured another glass of red absinthe. The clothes fitted perfectly, as if they were tailor-made, and that glass of absinthe felt like the perfect finish for what had been a truly remarkable experience. “You shall not contact me again. We shall not see each other again. Ever”, Mistress Hedone finally said, with her servant standing right behind her, holding his empress’ black cape and whip.
Clarissa thanked her and I was left with the impression that my lovely wife was compelled to embrace our hostess, but at the last moment realized that it was completely out of place, and didn’t do it. We were escorted to the door by the humble servant and walked to the car parked in front of the huge sprawling garden, leaving the sumptuous palace behind us, brief moments that seemed to happen in slow motion. Clarissa smiled and kissed me on the cheek and then held her head on my shoulder until we got home and made sweet, passionate love!
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