Fantasies of a vanilla wife

I’m not a lesbian, so I thought having a mistress online couldn’t be cheating. After all my desire was to obey and that’s not exactly sexual, especially with a woman, right? I met her on a free chat site. After chatting for a while she let me know that she was very controlling and didn’t mind that I was married but required quick responses and only would accept them via video or voice. Could I handle that? Yes miss, I responded. Who knows what I was thinking my life is busy, I have house chores throughout the day and errands to run. But I thought, how bad could it be really I can just stop when it’s too much. She began with simple request, “show me your breast” but not just once several times a day at random places. I found myself slunk down in my car out side the gym showing my breast. In a corner at the park , showing my breast. In my back yard while watering the plants showing my breast. Never comfortable for me but I still did it in quick obedience then she began to add more orders. I was cooking and she said “ show me your breast” and so I did as usual, then she said now put some cooking oil on them and rub them for me. This was new. And I felt so sexy. I have to admit my breast looked beautiful as I rubbed the oil on them and massaged them and my nipples. Now another new order, go to the closet. yes miss, I replied. Take off all your clothes and show me. And I did. Now grab a belt. And I did. Tighten it round your neck. I sent the video. “ tighter and longer choke yourself” I didn’t even know it was possible, but I did I pulled the belt as tight as I could and for a moment my face reddened and I really couldn’t breathe. I sent the video. Good she said. You are nothing to me do you understand that. You are a toy I will use for my pleasure. What you want does not matter, do you understand. Yes miss. Good. Now put on your clothes and you may leave the closet. As the day went on my phone went off it seemed every hour. “ what are you doing”? “ laundry” I replied. “ good slap yourself in the face….. harder” and I complied to every word and every request. All day, and even in the middle of the night. “What are you doing”?

”Watering my plants”

”good stick the water hose in your pants”

and I did, I walked around my own house with my pants wet till she told me to change. It was happening so often and so fast I hadn’t even realized I had been following her orders for two weeks. Once more, why was I still doing it? It was inconvenient, it was silly,half the time not even sexually gratifying, and although I had thrust the heal of a shoe into my pussy and grinded until I squirted, no real orgasm no real release. Just constantly on edge and hanging to her words. Was I brainwashed! Why was I anticipating her calls so much. What was I even doing. So I deleted her. I ghosted her because I just wanted to see if I could. But the next morning when I woke up. I didn’t move from the bed. I was like stuck there. I felt empty. What was I supposed to do today? What was I going to wear? I missed her. She talked to me so horribly. She was not nice at all. But, I missed her. And for reasons I don’t even understand. I cried. I’m surrounded by people who love me but here I was sad over someone who insulted me day in and day out and truly only used me ever. And I missed that? What is wrong with me? What kind of person am I? Who enjoys being treated like that? 

I was 20 we had been chatting for a while, and had exchanged photos. When he had said he wanted to meet I had a sudden anxiety come over me. He instructed me what to wear, how to wear my hair and had said I was to address him openly as Daddy when we met. He said to come quickly and meet him and sent an address to a sex shop about 25 min from my house. I wore a blue dress, tight that held my breast in place, it was short enough to where it touched the top of my thigh but long enough to where I could squat without being fully exposed I was nervous because I have never been a skinny girl not fat really but definitely not skinny, and my large bottom and thighs were tucked in the dress for the first time in my life with no underwear. My thick dark curly hair still damp from showering and conditioning. I remember the anxiety and excitement like it was yesterday. I drove as fast as I could in my little Toyota and saw a large black pickup truck. It was about 10am in the morning so the parking lot was empty. I had called in sick to work to meet him. I got out of the car and so did he. He was about 15 years my senior, tall, heavy set, and still handsome. He owned used car lots and carried himself with a confidence that was enchanting. “Hi babygirl”

I smiled with my cheeks a flamed and responded quietly in a voice I almost didn’t recognize as my own, “hi daddy”. We embraced and he guided me into the shop, I was quiet the entire time almost invisible had his hand not reminded me I existed as it rested on the small of my back. He bought two toys, a vibrator and a large dildo, so big my heart sunk a little with fear. He held the door as o climbed into his beautiful truck. I sat in the passenger seat and he asked are you wearing panties?  “No Sir” I replied. He said “good girl, open your legs for daddy”. I complied and he reached over and rubbed my already wet clot and stuck his fingers deep inside me. “ you are happy to see daddy aren’t you”? “Yes Sir” i replied again. He stuck his fingers in my mouth and said “cleaned them” I suvked my juices off his fingers and just the sensation of sucking made me more aroused. And then he surprised me by sticking his fingers in to the back of my throat. I gagged for a moment he removed his fingers and wiped them on my dress and said again, “good girl”. I found courage to ask him, “Daddy, may I kiss you please”

He stalled for a moment, and replied, “ you may” I got close to him and kissed him passionately he pulled me closer to him and then pushed me away, hard, so hard I almost hit the door. I wasn’t sure if I had done something wrong but I squeaked out a timid “ thank you sir”. He told me to put on my seatbelt and we rode to a nearby hotel. We got to the room, he sat his bag down and asked me to strip down. “Yes sir” I complied, he said he needed to take a shower, as he took his clothes he told me to lay down on the bathroom floor and finger myself. This was actually embarrassing, I didn’t like the feeling of dirty, and I thought of how many peoples feet may have been on that floor. It looked clean and it was a nice hotel room but my throat felt a slight gagging sensation as I thought of people peeing on the floor or who knows what else, so I kind of, turned my mind of and laid there naked, fingering myself. Almost in a trance, until I heard the water cut off and he instructed me. That’s enough, go to the room and wait. I went to the room and waited in on a kneeling position with my hands laying open on my knees as we had discussed before. When he walked out, he was fully dressed with a belt draped over his shoulder he. I was confused. I had assumed we had come here to have sex. He sat on the bed and beckoned come, I crawled to him and kneeled before him, he reached out and thoughts my breast gently then grabbed my nipples and twisted gently at first, which made me feel as if it explode, then suddenly pulled them hard and said, “stand up” as he guided me by pulling my nipples. It was painful. He told me that he wanted to spank me, and there were rules. That with each hit I was to count and say. “Thank you daddy” he asked me did I understand. In my mind I was afraid a little and wondering if maybe I should have told him I had limits instead of the response, “whatever you want daddy”. He had me lay across the bed and he stood over me with his hand on my back an then it began. It was shocking, each stroke stunned me and pulled me into reality as I tried to escape in my mind, I responded as I was told, but wiggled underneath the strong hold of his hand, I thought when we reached ten it was over, but then twenty, and finally at thirty I had some tears dripping from my eyes and slobber filled my mouth he reached down and gently rubbed the wells and said “good girl”. Still crying a little he pulled me into his chest and wrapped me with a big hug. He told me to lay on the bed and spread my legs. He then used the vibrator on my clit. A new sensation replaced pain as I tightened my bottom and thrust the air and wetness gushed out of me over and over again. My body fell limp and I thought it was over. Open your legs again, he instructed again applying the vibrator to my clot this time trying to thrust the dildo in, but it hurt, it was to big. “Daddy, it hurts” I cried out he grabbed my breast and pulled and laughed a little and said you big baby. He stopped as it would not fit. Looked at his watch and told me to get dressed. I did. Then we walked down to the car my pussy and thighs still a little wet. And he drove me to my car and gave me the vibrator and dildo. Daddy is going to have you practice with these, I want to stretch my baby girls pussy out. “Yes sir” I replied. He kissed my forehead, and asked me did I have fun,” yes sir” I replied. As I drove off fear began to grip me what did it mean to be stretched out? What was going to happen? Who would I become? How disgusting and desperate was I to meet a man and trust him so much. My bottom was sore. And then I did the worst thing. I blocked him on my phone I threw away the evidence. I succumbed to my fear, because all I could think was anything could have happened to me. What was I thinking. And I locked the memory away and I tried to bury it.

He sat in a table of a club, or restaurant talking amongst other men. I sat watching at a near by table, and he called to me, “BITCH!” 
“Yes Sir” I replied, 

“Come sit next to me” he responded with an unwavering facial expression, almost dismissive of my presence, but my heart pounded at his request. 
 I came quickly and sat next to him the warmth of his body next to me I could feel slightly. He unzipped my top and pulled out my breast revealing my aroused nipples as they flopped out and the cold air hit them and he turned and continued his conversation. I sat there like a decoration in the room staring and waiting the anticipation of being touched rising with in me as the men he spoke to talked on one staring at my breast from time to time. And then I opened my eyes. My alarm clock awoke me but my legs were crossed tight together I grinded slowly and desperately and tried to imagine myself back into dream world, but I couldn’t. So I simply woke up with my dream left in dream world and my body still on fire.