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It all happened so fast as I sit here recounting the events of the past couple of days. But the images and are so vivid in my mind.
Where do I start? Well, let me give you a little background. I have been seeing this beautiful woman, Anastasia, a transplant from Russia who has fully adopted the American way of life. She even likes Family Guy and Law and Order! She is 22, 5’7”, flowing brunette hair, brown eyes, legs that go on forever with a tight body. From the first moment I saw her, I was intrigued. Only after getting to know her did I start to feel more than just a physical attraction.
She has a unique beauty, what I mean by that, is that she is by no means common in any way. She has a zest for life, knows what she wants, and gets it. The more I got to know her, the more I wanted more than just friendship, and my persistence paid off. We ended up hitting it off and have been seeing each other for a few months now. As I got to know her better, my attraction grew for Anastasia, the permister. For example, on a trip to Miami, she kept me partying till the sun came up, she got me to go skinny dipping in the atlantic ocean in the middle of the night! She’s made me live life, something I’ve forgotten how to do the past couple of years working as an Investment Banker. It seems all I had time for was work, work and more work. If I did have time I would go to the same old lame clubs. She exposed me to a different way of life... She also has different interests than me, so I learn from her, which is odd since I am 10 years older than her, but she is knowledgeable beyond her years. Her knowledge of ancient history, literature, musicals, psychology as well as science is impressive to say the least. I believe we got along so well because we are so opposite, but at the same time appreciate each other’s differences. Our sex life can be described as passionate and physical, getting better every time. Anastasia is slightly masochistic, and I enjoy dominating in her bed, slapping her ass, roughing her up during sex. She loves it.
Recently she has moved to Philadelphia to pursue a medical degree leaving all her friends, family and me back in NYC. Fortunately for me, she comes back to NYC almost every weekend! I’d like to say it was only to see me, but it wasn’t. She works at a strip club and pulls down more in a weekend then she would during the week in a normal job. She supports herself, so this is easy money. How did I deal with it? I didn’t like it, but it wasn’t my place to tell her not to do it. We respected each other’s decisions, although I did hint that I didn’t like it. She would work Fri and Sat night till 4am. So, when I’m supposed to be spending time with her, she’s in another man’s arms…. I would sometimes drop her off at work and pick her up after she finished. I never went in. It was a little emasculating as I was dropping her off to have other men touch her and picking her up after she just had men’s hands all over her. I didn’t care though as I’m totally into her and know she is just doing it to help her get to school. She also goes to foot worship parties where men give her piles of cash to let them kiss and massage her feet. Now she enjoys these parties! She doesn’t have to dance and she gets worshipped as a goddess. I have a foot fetish as well so this made me jealous as well that other guys were touching her feet! I always rationalized that it didn’t matter what happened there because she was coming home to me, not any of them.
Nevertheless, while she was away at the lap dance or foot fetish parties, my mind started to wander, wondering what she was doing. I found myself oddly getting aroused while at the same time jealous. I started to fantasize about what she was doing and getting excited about it. My mind started coming up with all kinds of scenarios, scenes where I was involved. One time my curiousity got the better of me and I went to her see her work at a local strip club. I got rock hard as I watched her dance for another man. I knew there was something to this now and the dreams started to get more and more involved.
One weekend, while Anastasia and I were just laying on the bed, looking into each others eyes, just enjoying the moment, I made the mistake of telling her about my recent fantasies. She was intrigued, and was not judgemental. I told her that I fantasized about her with another guy while I watched and participated as directed. I told her that my love for her made me have these thoughts. And serving her and her alpha lover just seemed like the natural order of things. She asked a few questions: What would I be doing while she’s with the other guy? How would I deal with it? What happens if she likes the other guy more? Etc. She matter of factly told me that she would never look at me the same way if that were ever to actually happen... I explained to her that it was just a fantasy and would never really happen! We dropped the topic and just enjoyed each other’s company the rest of the weekend.
Though after I told her about the story I started to have these fantasies more and more often. The seed was also planted in her head. I would bring the topic up every now and then in a joking way, and we began to joke about it in a fun loving way never actually considering it.
Then, it all changed this past week. Anastasia had come down from Philadelphia to go to a foot worship party on a Thursday night. I was coming back from a business trip and looked forward to seeing her later that night. I was totally looking forward to be woken up in bed by my babe when she got back from work. Our relationship took a left turn that night though. Anastasia had come to my place earlier that evening, showered and got all pretty for her foot worship party and had already left by the time I got home at 11pm. I showered, and hit the sack around 1130pm. I tried texting her before going to bed, but she was not responding. I guess she was busy… I had gotten used to it though as she was never very responsive when she was working.
While I was arelax, Anastasia met an interesting fellow at the party. Luke was one of those leftist liberal types, as I would soon find out. He was the kind of guy us conservative bankers love to hate. And they feel the same about us. We could not be more opposite if we tried. The only thing we had in common was being attracted to beautiful feet. Luke had approached Anastasia earlier that night, while she was among a group of women. He got a session with a few girls, but took a fancy to Anastasia almost instantly. Anastasia felt something as well. They couldn’t take their eyes off of each other. It was a comfortable stare, as if they both were looking right into each other. Anastasia loved the attention she was getting much to the other girls chagrin. After a few group sessions, Luke asked for solo time with Anastasia. It was almost implied consent than a question. Anastasia followed as he led her to a private booth in the club with a bed. Anastasia received my text, she later told me, while she was going to the booth with Luke. She was totally engaged in her interaction that she forgot to text me back.
Once inside the private booth, Luke and Anastasia instantly hit it off on a conversational level. He was every bit her equal and they had an interesting debate on psychoanalysis and it’s benefits. They talked about art, history and science, time seemed to fly by as he was getting her jokes and vice versa. Anastasia is a private permister, but I guess the holy water and level of comfortableness she felt with this guy enticed her to tell him about me and the fantasy I had. He listened intently, and Anastasia and he started to psychoanalyze why I was thinking those things. He jokingly suggested that if he and Anastasia put me to the test, I would back down. He said I sounded like an OCD type, and that not having control would be a major turn off to me. He then told Anastasia that he was a natural dominant and would have no problem accommodating her if she wished to carry out my fantasy. Anastasia started to form an evil smile across her face. She decided tonight, she would see if I were for real and would satisfy the questions in her head as well. She felt like bedding this guy right there and then. His confidence, the fact that he was totally opposite of me and was so ready to do this just made her go for it. He told her that he would have to assert his dominance over me right from the start to make this work, and to not interfere, to trust him. He’d supposedly done this before. Anastasia agreed.
She saw my text again on her phone and decided to call me to wake me up. She called four times before the ring finally woke me up. I looked over at the clock to see what time it was as I was reaching the phone, freaking 3:30am! I answered with a drowsy voice, “hi baby, u ok?” Anastasia responded matter of factly that she was fine. Then she asked me, “Do you want your fantasy to come true?” I couldn’t believe my ears. “are you serious?!” I asked her. She responded that she found someone she’d like to try this with, but beware, “this could change EVERYTHING”. You sure you want to do this? If you say no, we will drop this and never bring the idea of this up EVER again, understand?” My throat started to dry up and my stomach felt queasy, but my dick was rock hard, so I went with the smaller head and said, “ok…” At that point, she told me to hold on. Luke took the phone from her, and immediately took charge. He told me to get dressed, to come to the club where they were and to bring two belts with him. I asked what I was supposed to do with them. He told me to only address him as sir and Anastasia as mistress. The phone was silent for about 20 seconds, then I meekly responded, “sir, what would you like me to do with the belts?” Good, you’re learning he said. This is your fantasy, but we play by Anastasia and my rules. To show us that you are serious about this, you will do the following. “Meet us on the curb outside the club in 30 minutes. You will be kneeling on the ground, both knees on the ground. Fasten the belt around your neck and tie the other to the end as an extension. This will act as your leash. Don’t get up off your knees or move until you see us.” If anyone asks you what you are doing, tell them you are waiting for your girlfriend and her lover. And, don’t be late, nothing is worse than tardiness, you will pay if you are late. I am going to hang up now!”
I immediately thought I had gotten way over my head with this. This guy was nuts, I couldn’t possibly do that! But again, my smaller head betrayed me and I proceeded to get ready. At this point, if I didn’t show up, I wasn’t sure if Anastasia would come home tonight or not!
Anastasia had listened to the entire conversation and was actually getting turned on by Luke’s presence, his confidence and ability to make me acquiesce to him before I even met him. She was soaking wet. They started making out right there in the club. They got so into exploring each other’s bodies and mouths that they completely lost track of time. I was kneeling outside the club at 3:58am, out of breath to make sure I made it there on time. I embarrassingly put the belts on and waited, and waited and waited. Sure enough, takes asses would walk by and ask me what I was doing, and I told them what Luke had told me to say. They all laughed whole heartedly at my predicament. One of the passer bys grabbed the belt and tried to walk me while his guy friend kicked me repeatedly hard in the ass. *****s can be so mean. It was so humiliating. Finally, 4:45am and they finally came outside! They didn’t seem to care at all that I had been out here waiting. It was almost as an afterthought. Anastasia spotted me and gave me a look that I’ll never forget. It was a look of sympathy, desire and disgust all at once. She came over and patted me on the head. Hi cucky. That’s what we will be calling you tonight.
To be continued…. Comments welcomed....
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