Call me G

Avery’s POV

“Get on your knees and suck my toes!” I bark heatedly.

My fiancé, Joe, throws an amused look at me.

“What? Baby, I told you…I’m not into these weird fantasies of yours. Jesus, what the fuck? You want me to suck your toes? I don’t know where those toes have been. I’m not putting them in my mouth!” Joe goes off, laughing in-between and completely ruining my mood.

“Fuck! Get off me!” I almost scream, pushing him away from me.

He chases after me. “Baby, are you serious? You are really going to spoil the mood because I won’t play your sick games. I told you a million times before…I’m not into your weird kinks! I’m a grown man. I can’t be kneeling and sucking your toes. That’s weird as fuck. Don’t you see how weird it is?” he is still ranting.

Honestly, I can’t stop wondering why the fuck I’m marrying him.

We are nothing alike. In the two-years since we met, he has never once made me cum. Not once.

Our sex life is as vanilla as they come. Which isn’t bad except that…. I am anything but vanilla.

I stand and walk over to my drawer, pulling out my dildo. “Fine, get the fuck out, I’ll take care of myself!”

Joe sighs. “Great, just great, now you wanna pretend as if I can’t fuck! Fine! Go fuck your toys! I’m getting the fuck out of here!” he says.

I climb back in bed while he storms off. He slams the front door just as I’m about to put the dildo in. The sound startles me, ruining my mood.

Frustrated, I hurl the dildo against the wall. The force of the throw causes it to crash and break apart.

Shit. Great, now I can’t even pleasure myself. All my other toys are not properly charged.

I sit on the bed, tightly-wound with a desperate need to release all this pent-up energy inside me.

I try to stroke my clit, but my mind is bombarded with frustration.

I can’t stop thinking…is it a mistake to marry Joe? How can I marry a man who can’t even satisfy me and thinks my sexual needs are weird!

I won’t lie… I only met him after I just got out of a horrible relationship that didn’t end well at all.

He was the complete opposite of my ex. Being in my late twenties, I figure it was time to settle down. He seemed safe, boring, totally vanilla.

After years of toxic relationships, I thought that was good for me. It was good for me to have a change of pace.

I wanted to stop dating assholes who can fuck and choose a boring suburban guy thinking it'd make my life easier.

But now, I have serious doubts about the potential success of this marriage.

I climb out of bed, walking over to my closet. Pressing a button, the closet reveals a hidden compartment where I hide my second life.

I stand there for a second staring at it all: my sex toys, dominatrix outfits.

Something catches my eye. A promotional flyer for the one-night-a-month wild night of pleasure from my favorite sex club, VELVET!

Tonight was the D-day. I hadn’t been to Velvet in months. Not since I got engaged.

Oh, fuck it, I’m not going to sleep tonight like this. I need to play with someone.

I throw on my body-con catsuit, harness, and cat mask before covering it all up with a long coat. I jumped into the car and drove to VELVET.

The owner, Lady Aphrodite, meets me at the reception. “Avery! My goodness, it’s been a minute. We all missed you around here!” she says, throwing her hands around my neck.

“Yeah, well, I tried to go straight!”

Lady Aphrodite grinned, bemusedly. “Don’t we all, honey? All roads lead back here. We can’t hide who we are forever in the surface world.”

“Not for long anyway!” I reply.

Lady Aphrodite studies my expression curiously. “You know what? I have the perfect cat for you. He’s a new face around here but I can tell he’s desperate for a play. You’ve always been my best gal so why don’t you take him?”

She hands me a file with a list of the sub’s interests: objectification, degradation, findom, voyeurism, exhibitionism, feet fetish, temperature play, sadism/masochism, breath play, anal play, feminization, but golden shower is at the top of the list.

I smile. “He’s perfect! I guess I’ll need a drink. Plenty of drinks!” I say with a wink.

****

The room is lit with red bulbs. I see him immediately, kneeling on the floor with his head down.

A tight leather with a long leash is wound around his neck, but apart from that, he is totally naked.

I am taken aback by his appearance. He is an older, handsome silver fox.

His hair is a mass of gorgeous white. His jaws are sharply defined and slightly stubbled.

My guess? He’d be in his late fifties or early sixties yet he does not look it.

He is broad-shouldered, well-muscled with rock-hard abs lining his belly which suggests he is a religious gym nut.

I am instantly drawn to him. I want to make him feel pain, to make him my bitch!

Walking up to him, I pull out my whip and strike him across the back. It lands with a whiplash, the sound breaking through the air.

He groans wordlessly. Good boy.

“What do I call you?” I ask.

“Call me G,” he replies, his voice is low and dusky. It makes my belly rumble with anticipation.

I whip him again. Red welts appear on his transparent skin. It turns me on. This is what I like: to have a grown man on his knees receiving my punishment.

Nothing makes me feel more powerful than humiliating my subs!

“Okay, G, I am Lady Dominance but you can call me Mistress,” I say, whipping him again.

“Yes, mistress,” he answers.

“That’s right, you worthless piece of shit,” I snap at him.

He moans.

"What is the safe word?" I ask him.

"Banana!" he replies.

I can see his eyes twinkling with delight at being degraded. His upper body muscles tenses.

All the water I drank earlier pool around my vagina itching to get out.

“Lay down on your back,” I order him.

He obeys quietly. I unwind my crotch zipper, push aside my panties, and let it all out: my stream of urine hits his face.

He opens his mouth, taking it in. He is breathless with excitement.

“Drown in it!” I bark at him. His dick hardens.

When the stream slows to a stop, he is lying in a pool of my urine. His hair and face are all wet. He can’t stop breathing heavily.

I sink the sharp ends of my heels into his chest, digging deep. He doesn’t protest. He groans quietly, breathing heavier.

I don’t pull out until I feel my heels hitting something hard and firm inside him.

Slowly, I pull my heels out. A perfect heel print is plastered across his chest. My mark on him, making him mine!

It makes me wet. I lick my lower lips, desperate for more.

“How much pain can you take?” I ask breathlessly.

“I want you to ruin me!” he replies.

Mad with desire, I whip him again. Over and over. All over his body.

I was furious this time. Joe is on my mind: why can’t he be more like this? Why can’t my fiancé let me degrade him like this?

The more I think about it, the madder I got. I take it all out on G. He doesn’t even protest.

He yearns for more. He strokes his dick as I whip him, fucking himself until he bursts.

His semen lands all over my boots.

Finally, I stop. The red welts are visible all over his body now.

“Get on your knees and lick it,” I snap at him.

“Yes, mistress,” he answers instantly, positioning himself to lick up his semen from my body.

“Thank you, mistress,” he murmurs, swallowing his own cum.

I watch him. I have never met such a perfect sub before. The things I could do to him. The things I could do with him.

The excitement is just coursing through my blood.

I am nearly quaking from all the power coursing through me. The pleasures that Joe would never ever grant me!

I want to press on, but a good Dom knows when to leave them wanting more.

He stops me as I try to leave the room. “Wait, mistress, um…” he stammers. “I need to see you again,” he begs.

“Then find me!” I retort before slamming the door behind him.

***

The next day, Joe picks me up for dinner with his father. He is still pouting when I get into the car.

“The only reason I’m doing this is because I already committed to it. My dad’s dying to meet my fiancée,” he says.

“Should we tell him we’ve been arguing about our sex life? That’d make a good dinner conversation,” I tease him.

“This isn’t funny, Avery. We really need to talk about our sex life.”

“I don’t want to argue with you now, Joe. Can we talk after dinner? I want to make a good first impression with your dad!” I say.

“Fine but we’ll eventually need to discuss this!”

We pull into the restaurant. I am excited to meet his father.

Doctor Holcomb is a respectable surgeon in the city. For the past year and half, he’d been traveling Asia as part of a ‘DOCTORS-WITHOUT-BORDER’ mission. In all the time, I’d been seeing Joe, I’d never met his father.

“There he is…Dad!” Joe calls out, waving to a silver-haired stunning man who looks extremely familiar.

Wait a second....G?