Chapter 3
CHAPTER
THREE
AUDREY
My heels clack down the concrete hallway as we head towards room thirteen, where our supposed Dominatrix is. “Bo, I can’t believe we’re doing this right now.” I may be nervous, but I’m equally as excited.
Boden chuckles. “I can’t either, but we are.”
As we come face to face with door thirteen at the end of the hallway, my anxiety-ridden mind keeps drifting off to how this could change our lives forever. Twenty years into marriage and we’ve wanted to explore for at least half of that, but we never have.
Boden and I were married right out of high school. And when we had Daniella not long after, all our energy was focused on raising her. So for most of my life, I didn’t know I was bisexual.
*Do I love the man with every fiber that makes me, me?
Fuck yes.
Do I sometimes wonder if, left to fate, I would have been with a woman instead?
Also fuck yeah.
But we’re here now, and I couldn’t ask for a better partner.
I reach forward, pushing the door handle down and slowly stepping into the room. I’m first to enter the space, and my eyes immediately land on a female figure standing in the room. She isn’t facing us, but I can already tell I would—will do nasty things to have her.
A pink balaclava covers her head, but her long black hair hangs loosely curled down her back. And from where I’m standing behind her, it looks like the leather that’s squeezing around her body only covers specific parts.
We definitely should’ve knocked.
But it’s too late now, there’s no turning back. She spins on her heel to face us, and Boden’s the first to break the silence. “Are you our Dominatrix for the night?”
From what I can see of her eyes and her mouth beneath the balaclava, she looks shocked, and I don’t know if that’s because she doesn’t like what she sees or because we barged into her room unannounced.
She pauses for longer than I would expect before she finally forms some words.
“I am. And I will be referred to as Miss throughout our session.” Boden and I both give her a nod.
“I know you already listed your limits on the intake form, but I always discuss them with each couple myself before starting each session, in case anything has changed for either of you since filling it out.”
Boden murmurs, “I don’t have any limits.”
He chuckles slightly, but that’s cut off by her serious tone. “Do you not have limits, Boden, or do you just not know your limits?” she’s quick to question.
When he doesn’t respond, she continues, “So I’m going to assume you’re fine with pegging, pet play, submission, impact play, public humiliation, piss play? Should I keep going?”
The look of horror on my husband’s face is comical. We don’t kink shame anyone in our household, but those are the extremes, and I love it when someone can shock him into silence.
I chuckle slightly at his confusion. He grabs at the back of his neck. “I guess I just don’t know them…”
There’s glee in her eyes when she says, “I’ll find them for you.”
We both give her a nod again.
“What are you two looking to get out of this evening?”
Boden immediately speaks up again—the poor thing will talk until he’s blue in the face when he’s nervous. “I want this to be about Audrey; she’s wanted this for so long.”
Heat rushes up my chest and to my face. I talk about wanting to experience being with a woman far too often to Bo, and the fact that he listened and set this up for me is something I’ll never be able to repay him for.
Bo continues word vomiting. “Don’t be ashamed, Baby. Lots of women want to explore their desires…” He can tell it embarrassed me, but it’s the truth, and it’s out there now, so why not just embrace it.
I probably need to speak up and reassure her that I’m here of my own free will, and that he’s not the one who even wanted to explore with another woman. He’s just doing this for me.
I could gag, just thinking that someone could assume that Boden would be controlling over me.
Although, I wouldn’t give a shit if he were with her.
Actually, the pulsing in my cunt says that we would like that very much.
But she reads my mind before I can beat her to it. “I do not, and will not, perform for a male’s pleasure with another woman.”
Period queen.
“Oh my god—”
I cut Boden off before he can say more. “This whole situation is because of me. We got married before I realized I was Bi and could explore that side of myself. We’ve had a kid, have been married to one another for two decades, and I’ve been wanting to explore with a woman for a long time.
” I pause for a couple of seconds because, for some reason, this feels slightly embarrassing as a forty-two-year-old woman.
“I never wanted to bring someone in that we knew, or hell, from the same state even.”
I swear I see her whole body stiffen, but she shakes it off quickly.
“I don’t know how I will be when it comes to being with a woman.
Dominant or submissive, but I do lean more toward the dominant side when it comes to our marriage.
Boden goes with the flow if you can’t tell, and I would even say he leans more on this submissive side. ”
“We won’t do anything too wild tonight. I see that you’re also on the books for tomorrow as well.
And we can just see where the night takes us.
We will use the stoplight system: green means we’re good to continue, yellow means we need to slow it down, and red means hard stop, nothing else will continue, and we may even be done for the night. ”
There’s a pause like she’s waiting for us to say something, and it clicks for both of us at the same time. “Yes, Madam.”
Like a switch flips, she commands, “Strip to undergarments, Audrey. Boden shirt off but leave the jeans.”
It takes us a second to process her shift before we strip out of our clothes.
Boden pulls his shirt over his head, folds it, and places it on the stool.
And I’m stuck watching him in amazement.
This still doesn’t feel real. My husband and I are about to be naked in front of a Dominatrix in a goddamn sex club.
Well, not completely bare… yet.
“Audrey?” she questions, and I swear I hear a hint of worry in her voice.
“Sorry, I was just ogling my husband.”
“Sit!” She states it as we both freeze before her eyes find Boden.
He’s quick to question, “S-sit down… w-where? H-h-here? Okay.” I’ve never seen his ass find a seat so fast. And the stuttering and slight shake in his voice has my cunt practically pulsing for him already.
I was about to push him out of the way to get in that seat because I thought she was telling me to sit.
Why is it so much easier to submit to a woman? The thought keeps popping up in my head, but I ignore it for now. I can psychoanalyze myself after all of this is over.
* What I Want - Kehlani