An autumn evening

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It was an autumn weekday, perhaps a Tuesday, when they asked me to meet them at a bar.

When I arrived, they were already there. They looked like an ordinary couple, dressed casually in jeans and T-shirts. She was slightly overweight, while her husband appeared to be in better shape. There was nothing particularly remarkable about either of them.

I greeted them, and they invited me to sit down.

It was the first time I had ever met a couple under such circumstances. What I had imagined would be a casual conversation quickly turned into something resembling an interrogation. They asked about my experiences, my preferences, my fantasies, and my limits.

Nothing they didn't already know. After all, we had been chatting for weeks on a BDSM website.

At some point, the husband glanced at his wife. She responded with a subtle nod of approval. It was almost imperceptible, but I understood that something had been decided.

He turned toward me.

"We're going to the hotel first. It's only a few blocks away. Wait a little while, then send me a message when you arrive. I'll speak to the receptionist and make sure he lets you in."

And that was it.

I watched them leave, then sat alone for several minutes.

My hands were sweating. My throat had gone dry. I was nervous, embarrassed, and excited by the uncertainty of what was about to happen. Yet I had already made my decision. All I had to do now was follow their instructions.

When I reached the hotel, the husband was waiting near the reception desk, talking to the receptionist. He noticed me, gave me a discreet signal, and started walking toward the stairs.

I followed him.

I was terribly embarrassed. I could almost feel the receptionist's eyes following me. I kept my gaze fixed on the floor, avoiding eye contact, following the husband silently toward the room.

The hotel was modest, almost shabby.

The room itself was even worse. Old furniture, worn sheets, and a tiny bathroom with fixtures that had clearly seen better days. There was nothing luxurious or romantic about the place.

But luxury wasn't what I had come looking for.

The moment the door closed behind us, everything changed.

She was sitting on the bed, still wearing the same clothes she had worn at the bar. Her husband walked over and sat beside her.

I remained standing in front of them, uncertain what to do next.

He looked at me and spoke calmly.

"Take off your clothes. Then use that scarf to blindfold yourself."

I began undressing, slowly and awkwardly, conscious of their eyes on me.

Before I could tie the scarf, his wife stood up and approached me.

"Let me do that," she said.

Until that moment, she had seemed like a gentle, polite, almost shy woman. Someone I might have encountered at a neighborhood café without giving her a second thought.

She carefully tied the scarf around my eyes, making sure I couldn't see anything.

Then her voice changed.

"Lie down. On your stomach."

I obeyed.

Almost immediately, I felt the first sharp slap.

Then another.

And another.

"So, you like being spanked, don't you, you little slut?"

Her words startled me almost as much as the sudden change in her behavior.

"Answer me. Do you like it?"

"Yes," I managed to whisper. "I do."

"Then say it properly."

"Yes. I like it."

What astonished me most wasn't the intensity of the experience. It was her transformation.

The soft-spoken, almost timid woman from the bar had disappeared. In her place was someone commanding, confident, and entirely comfortable exercising authority.

Her husband, whom I had initially imagined would be the dominant one, had become strangely quiet.

I couldn't see either of them, but I could hear their movements, their breathing, and the occasional exchange of words.

At one point, she stopped and asked her husband to hand her something.

I heard the rustling of a small wrapper.

Then she leaned closer and reminded me of something we had discussed during our previous conversations.
"Do you remember what we discussed? I am going to fuck your ass we two of my fingers, so open you little mouth and lubricate it, slave"

So I opened my mouth and felt the condom rubber taste going in and out. Then she went back to her previous position commanded me to open my legs and as she have promised started to fuck my ass with her fingers.
At some point she took her fingers out and put in front of my mouth, I submissebly opened it.
" There you go, suck it little slut", I could felt she was smiling.

Every time I hesitated, she reminded me of my role.

"You're here to obey, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She laughed softly.

"Much better."

I was beginning to understand that the woman I had met at the bar was only one side of her personality.

The woman commanding me now was someone entirely different.

At least, that was how it felt.

Eventually, she instructed me to turn onto my back.

By then, I had almost stopped anticipating what might happen next. I simply waited for her voice and followed her directions.

I was still blindfolded.

She moved closer, continuing the game of control, ***, and submission. Her husband participated as well, although she remained unmistakably in charge.

She was on top of me and from that position she started to twist my nipples.
"You are a bitch, a slut, f** little slut".
It hurted, it really did.
I heard her husband jeans unzips and I imagined what was going to happen next.
She moved my head and commanded to open my mouth, I followed her commands and let the husband put his co** in my mouth and started to skull f** me.
I don't know how long we were doing it, but at some point I just let them do it, she twisted my nipples or put her fingers in my mouth the her husband put his di**, all in an endless loop.



Eventually, the most intimate part of the encounter came to an end, her husband cum all over my face she laughed pleased.

They removed my blindfold.

For the first time in what felt like hours, I could see their faces again.

They invited me to lie between them on the bed.

That was when I noticed something that struck me as strangely significant.

They were both still dressed.

Their jeans, their T-shirts, their ordinary appearance—everything remained almost exactly as it had been at the bar.

I was the only one naked.

The realization made me feel even more exposed.

They looked perfectly comfortable, as though nothing unusual had happened.

I, on the other hand, felt as if I had crossed an invisible boundary.

But the evening wasn't quite over.

She looked at me with a small smile.

"We want one last thing from you."

I waited.

"We want to watch how you masturbate between us"

They watched, occasionally teasing me, twisting my nipples, putting their fingers in my mouth sometimes I felt like a fish with two hooks in my mouth they exchanged amused glances, and reminding me that I was there for their pleasure and entertainment.

I obeyed.
When I reach my orgasm she took my cum with her hand and put it all over my face. At that point my face was a mess I had my own cum and her husband all over my front, nose, eyes , mouth even on my hair.

When it was finally over, she seemed satisfied.

"Very good, little slut."

There was something almost affectionate in the way she said it, although the words themselves were deliberately humiliating.

She gave me one final instruction.

"Now go to the bathroom and clean yourself up."

I got up and walked into the tiny bathroom.

I washed, got dressed, and returned to say goodbye.

They were sitting together on the bed, looking relaxed and perfectly at ease.

We exchanged a few words, and then I left.

Walking past the reception desk, I once again felt the receptionist's gaze upon me.

Perhaps he knew exactly what had happened upstairs.

Perhaps he had no idea.

Either way, I couldn't bring myself to look at him.

I walked out of the hotel and into the cool autumn air.

As I made my way home, I kept thinking about the couple, especially about her extraordinary transformation.

The gentle woman at the bar.

The commanding woman in the hotel room.

Two apparently different personalities inhabiting the same person.

I also thought about how little they had revealed of themselves, and how much they had discovered about me.

I had arrived expecting an encounter.

Instead, I had experienced something that would remain in my memory for a long time.

I suspected that, for them, I had been little more than a prelude to their own private evening.

Perhaps they continued together after I left.

Perhaps my presence had been simply one part of a much larger game between husband and wife.

I would never know.

A few days passed.

Then, unexpectedly, another message arrived.

It was from them.

This time there was no invitation to meet at a bar.

No casual conversation.

No questions about my preferences.

Just an address.

**The address of another hotel.**

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You should have gotten something from them that would satisfy your needs

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55 minutes ago, 007jimmybonds62 said:

You should have gotten something from them that would satisfy your needs

Well, at some point as a submissive man I enjoy the power unbalance