I never thought I’d be that guy. Whenever I jerked off to femdom porn, I only did it for the mistress. But I couldn’t put myself in the shoes of the guy. Couldn’t understand how a man could be aroused by humiliation and punishments. But something funny happened. Something that no man could imagine when thinking about his wife’s hot friend. We all have that fantasy. All of our wives have a friend who is way hotter and a bit of a skank.
But Aura, my wife’s hot friend, was more than just a regular skank. She’s living her best life, always posting Instagram stories from new cities and flexing with her nice car and lavish lifestyle. My wife and I always gossiped about her, and we both reached the conclusion that she must be a luxury escort. Or some kind of sugarbabe for a rich old man. I could see the jealousy on my wife, but we always badmouthed and judged her for selling herself.
But then something happened. Aura moved back into town. She said she needed a break from it all and started seeing my wife over coffee and all sorts of girl things. I was suspicious at first. What if this skank wants to convert my wife? But then I would see stories of them doing the exact things my wife would say she’d do. They were taking cooking classes and even a pottery class together. It was such a shift for Aura’s lifestyle.
Then one night, my wife came home with some big news. She said that she has some tea for me. And she spilled it all over a glass of wine. Turns out Aura is not just some high-end prostitute. She is, in fact, a professional dominatrix. So what’s the difference, right?
So I thought. And then my wife told me. She said domination is never about sex. She also said Aura never had sex with any of her clients. She only offered them a psychological service that the guys needed to let go of some of the stress and worries of having to run businesses, or be doctors, or whatever else her rich clients were doing. They were flying her in and treating her like royalty, just for her to mess with them for a couple of hours. She said is like therapy.
Aura returned home because she needed a break from it all. But the more my wife hung out with her, the more she was curious about this line of work. She would come home with all these stories about Aura and her clients. And then she hit me with it. She said she wants Aura to do to me what she does to her clients.
I was completely shocked. It wasn’t my intention at all. It was all my wife’s idea. And I wasn’t too drawn to it anyway. But let’s be honest. When your wife proposes something remotely sexual that involves her hot friend, you accept.
The very next night, my wife invited Aura over for a wine night. The moment she walked in, I felt intimidated. I have never seen her like that. It’s like she turned on a switch and became a goddess. She sat herself at the head of the table. My wife and I sat beside her. We small-talked for a bit, and then my wife wanted to go fetch the wine, but Aura stopped her.
“Let him bring it!” she said, looking at my wife dead in the eyes.
So I got up and brought the wine. Poured them two glasses and sat down.
“I didn’t tell you to sit.”
So I didn’t. I don’t know how, but the way she said that got under my skin. I got an instant hard-on, and my heart was racing, thinking that my wife would hate me for it. But she was clearly enjoying it, allowing it and encouraging it.
“Get under the table and kiss both of our feet,” Aura said. I looked at my wife, and she nodded.
As soon as I got under the table, I could hear them clinking their glasses and giggling.
“Isn’t it exciting?” Aura asked
“It is!” my wife replied.
“You can make them do so many other things once you get the hang of it.”
I couldn’t think straight. I just started kissing their feet. Not even their feet, because they were wearing high heels. But I was kissing the shoes, their ankles, and the skin around the shoes. And while I was doing that, they were ignoring me, just chatting about random things. I don’t know why, but that was so exciting.
“Take off our shoes and lick our feet now,” Aura said.
Not knowing what to do, I started with my wife. Removed her shoes and licked her toes and soles like I was supposed to clean them. That’s what I got from how Aura told me to do it. Once I finished tongue-cleaning my wife’s feet, I moved over to Auras. I must admit that I was way more excited to lick Aura’s feet. I was having a raging boner. And all of a sudden, Aura ordered me to get out from under the table and to join them.
“First training session is over, you did well.”
My wife cheered. As if I were a dog who had just finished his first training course. I could see that she got a rush out of it. And I could tell that she wasn’t just curious about Aura’s business. She wanted to become my mistress. It was scary and exciting at the same time. It felt like I didn’t even know my wife anymore, but like I trusted her to do whatever she wants with me. And then Aura said:
“Oh, look, he has a boner! Should we allow him to handle it?”
“I think we should. He was such a good boy!”
They were both looking at me, and I knew what I was supposed to do. I unbuttoned my pants, whipped out my cock and started to jerk off in front of them, as if I was performing in a tallent show for my mom and her friend. They were laughing and giggling. And the more they were giggling, the harder I was jerking off, hoping to finish as fast as possible. But at the same time, I was so aroused. My veins were pumped, and my legs were shaking.
Then I finally released myself. So intensely that I started moaning. My sperm flew all over the dinner table. And even though my wife and Aura were still laughing, they were also impressed with my load.
“Grab some napkins and clean up this mess!” said my wife, in a tone I had never heard her use before
I took a step away to fetch the napkins with my pants still hanging halfway down my ass. But Aura grabbed me by my cock, right in front of my wife. She looked me in the eyes while squeezing it hard and said:
“Say yes, ma’am!” she then looked at my wive, and with a friendly voice she asked her “Do you like ma’am, or you want Maddam or Mistress?” all while still squeezing my cock in her delicate but firm hand.
“Ma’am is fine!” said my wife
“Say it!” as she looked back at me, this time squeezing even harder and pushing her nails into it. If I hadn’t already cum just yet, I swear that the pain would have made me cum so hard.
“Yes, ma’am!” I said, and then I got released.
I cleaned the table and then sat down with my wife and Aura. They changed back to being just a couple of gals over two glasses of wine. I grabbed a glass, and then we just hung out. We talked about domination and dom-sub in a relationship. She told us about the couples she serviced as a mistress over the years. And I was convinced to give it another go. Especially when she said that while she’s in town, she’ll help my wife train me a couple more times. Now I can’t wait for the weekend to come and another training session to begin. Who knows what Aura has for me next!