My Mistress, My Slave

Fast forward six hours and I was sitting alone in my cabin when I heard somebody knocking. I took a deep breath and answered the door. Mike was standing there with his arm around Robert/Erika. They had stopped at a beauty salon and Erika looked as like a supermodel, albeit a very shy and nervous one. We stood there in silence for a moment, and then Robert/Erika rushed into my arms and immediately burst into tears. To my amazement, she sobbed out apology after apology.

Before I could stop him, Robert had admitted (in front of Mike no less) that he knew that I needed a real man from time to time. He cried out that he would be content to stay at home and wait as long as he knew that I would be coming home to him each night. My beautiful sissy-slave cried out that he loved me, and begged me not to leave him. Sliding down my body and falling prostrate at my feet, my boyfriend begged to do whatever it took, so long as we stayed together.

I was torn asunder. It was a moving gesture, one that ripped deeply at my heart. But it was also a prime example of why I needed a strong man in my life. What I really wanted was for Robert to storm in, shove me to my knees and proceed to ravish me—thus claiming as his own.

With Robert, that would never happen. I knew then and there that no matter how much I loved the boy, eventually I would have to leave him in order to find my own happiness.

But then I lucked into the best of both worlds. Mike stepped up to bat.

Mike could sense what I needed and the conflict that was tearing me apart. He shut the door and announced that he could help us both. Before I could protest, he ordered me to get naked, and I found myself completely mastered by my boss. I was in such a hurry to comply with his order that I ripped the buttons off my blouse. I minutes I was naked and kneeling in front of the fireplace.

Mike grabbed a scarf and blindfolded me. He used my discarded stockings to tie my hands behind my back. It was the first time that I had ever played the submissive role, and I was tingling all over in anticipation. The tingling was centered between my legs and I started to quiver orgasmically from simply being exposed to such a dominant personality.