problem?”
“No, I’ve never met a cross dresser before. What I wore is the closest I’ve come to cross dressing.”
“Is that something you want to do more of?” Sydney asked.
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“How does wearing that make you feel? The bustier?”
“Sexy and submissive. Almost feminine.”
“If you’re looking to do more of that, then you can consider this a safe place to do that.”
“Thank you. My wife knows I’m gay but she doesn’t know about my other desires. Some I haven’t tried. I never dreamed I could be a sub. I can’t explain why I want to be one. I just do. I do so much at work and have to be boss to twenty men and women, and …” he sighed. “Sorry.”
“I completely understand,” Paxton said. “Tim, you’re welcome in our playroom, and you’re welcome here whenever you want.”
“Thank you,” Tim sipped his coffee. “I should go.” He stood up, and flung his bag over his shoulder. “I’d like to meet your sub, Sydney.”
“You will,” she smiled. “Want me to walk you out?”
“Oh, yes, thank you,” he nodded.
She looked at Paxton, “I’ll be right back,” she led Tim out of the living room and toward the door. “Have a good evening.”
“I will, thank you, for everything.” He left and she closed the door behind him, locking it.
When she returned to the living room, Paxton was sitting on the sofa, all of his clothes removed. “PJ?”
“Shut the doors.”
She closed the doors and walked over to him. “I thought you had enough upstairs.”
“I want to hold my wife naked after I fuck your ass.”
“Here?”
“Why not?” he stood up and gazed into his eyes. “We have a lot to talk about but right now, I need to be with you. I want this to be part of our aftercare, yours and mine.”
“You mean, mine and ours,” she grinned.
“I’ll be your anything,” he said.
“Yeah, sure,” she muttered. “Um, upstairs. Not here. I don’t want Magda to find remnants of our sex-capades.”
“That, I’ll give you. Upstairs. The bedroom or play room?”
“Bedroom,” she smiled. “I’ll meet you upstairs.” She headed out of the room.
He grabbed his clothes off the sofa and followed her out of the room and up the stairs.
She lay on the bed, on her back, naked except for the necklace. She had given herself a little spritz of her lavender perfume. She closed her eyes as her head settled against the pillow. She felt the shift on the mattress and opened her eyes. He was looking down at her, gazing at every inch of her body, and there was something different and she figured it was lust for her ass.
Paxton pressed his mouth against hers and pushed his tongue into a twisted dance with her tongue, all the while running his fingers down her body. “You’re so beautiful, my love. I wish to please you.”
“PJ?” she whispered, into his breath.
“When our subs are gone, let me be yours.”
“Mine?”
“I can be yours, and they can be ours.”
“Hmm, you’re mine, and they’ll be ours?”
“Syd, uh, Mistress, yes, be my Mistress. You can be their Lady, but be my Mistress.”
“I don’t know,” she slowly sat up, but he straddled her bare legs, resting his cock against her stomach.
“Why not?”
“Because, I can’t … I can’t do to you what you want. What you need.”
“I want to be a sub to you. Please, Mistress,” he ran his fingers over her hard nipples. “I’ve been gay all my life, but now, I want to be your husband, too.”
“My husband?”
“Yes, your husband. Your sub. Please, Mistress. I beg of you.”
“Hmm, husband. That’s your name now.”
“Thank you, Mistress. What can I do to pleasure you?”
“Hmm, since you’re here, all sexy, naked and on my lap,” she smiled. “Husband, I want you to pleasure me from head to toe, front to back. Show me how you can be my husband.” She lay back and closed her eyes.
“Mistress, I ask one thing of you, if it is all right.” Paxton’s
“No, I’ve never met a cross dresser before. What I wore is the closest I’ve come to cross dressing.”
“Is that something you want to do more of?” Sydney asked.
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“How does wearing that make you feel? The bustier?”
“Sexy and submissive. Almost feminine.”
“If you’re looking to do more of that, then you can consider this a safe place to do that.”
“Thank you. My wife knows I’m gay but she doesn’t know about my other desires. Some I haven’t tried. I never dreamed I could be a sub. I can’t explain why I want to be one. I just do. I do so much at work and have to be boss to twenty men and women, and …” he sighed. “Sorry.”
“I completely understand,” Paxton said. “Tim, you’re welcome in our playroom, and you’re welcome here whenever you want.”
“Thank you,” Tim sipped his coffee. “I should go.” He stood up, and flung his bag over his shoulder. “I’d like to meet your sub, Sydney.”
“You will,” she smiled. “Want me to walk you out?”
“Oh, yes, thank you,” he nodded.
She looked at Paxton, “I’ll be right back,” she led Tim out of the living room and toward the door. “Have a good evening.”
“I will, thank you, for everything.” He left and she closed the door behind him, locking it.
When she returned to the living room, Paxton was sitting on the sofa, all of his clothes removed. “PJ?”
“Shut the doors.”
She closed the doors and walked over to him. “I thought you had enough upstairs.”
“I want to hold my wife naked after I fuck your ass.”
“Here?”
“Why not?” he stood up and gazed into his eyes. “We have a lot to talk about but right now, I need to be with you. I want this to be part of our aftercare, yours and mine.”
“You mean, mine and ours,” she grinned.
“I’ll be your anything,” he said.
“Yeah, sure,” she muttered. “Um, upstairs. Not here. I don’t want Magda to find remnants of our sex-capades.”
“That, I’ll give you. Upstairs. The bedroom or play room?”
“Bedroom,” she smiled. “I’ll meet you upstairs.” She headed out of the room.
He grabbed his clothes off the sofa and followed her out of the room and up the stairs.
She lay on the bed, on her back, naked except for the necklace. She had given herself a little spritz of her lavender perfume. She closed her eyes as her head settled against the pillow. She felt the shift on the mattress and opened her eyes. He was looking down at her, gazing at every inch of her body, and there was something different and she figured it was lust for her ass.
Paxton pressed his mouth against hers and pushed his tongue into a twisted dance with her tongue, all the while running his fingers down her body. “You’re so beautiful, my love. I wish to please you.”
“PJ?” she whispered, into his breath.
“When our subs are gone, let me be yours.”
“Mine?”
“I can be yours, and they can be ours.”
“Hmm, you’re mine, and they’ll be ours?”
“Syd, uh, Mistress, yes, be my Mistress. You can be their Lady, but be my Mistress.”
“I don’t know,” she slowly sat up, but he straddled her bare legs, resting his cock against her stomach.
“Why not?”
“Because, I can’t … I can’t do to you what you want. What you need.”
“I want to be a sub to you. Please, Mistress,” he ran his fingers over her hard nipples. “I’ve been gay all my life, but now, I want to be your husband, too.”
“My husband?”
“Yes, your husband. Your sub. Please, Mistress. I beg of you.”
“Hmm, husband. That’s your name now.”
“Thank you, Mistress. What can I do to pleasure you?”
“Hmm, since you’re here, all sexy, naked and on my lap,” she smiled. “Husband, I want you to pleasure me from head to toe, front to back. Show me how you can be my husband.” She lay back and closed her eyes.
“Mistress, I ask one thing of you, if it is all right.” Paxton’s
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