I wrote some time ago about how Lynda and I started seeing each other. We both enjoyed the master/submissive role. Even on my first visit we had started to develop her submissive side and she made it clear in telephone calls after our first session that it excited her to be mastered and used.She also enjoyed being dirty as this contrasted with the kind of sexual experience she was having with her husband. My next visit moved our relationship on further. I prepared a contract for her to sign with 20 different clauses. Aimed at exciting her as she read them and also letting her know what she was letting herself in for. The whole thing amounted to her giving her sexual life over to me so that we would explore all the possibilities. I arrived at her house with the contract in my pocket. Once again Lynda looked stunning. Little flared skirt, crisp white blouse, dark stockings and high heels that made her legs look wonderful. This time we went to the kitchen where I sat at the little round wooden table. Lynda busied herself making coffee and then joined me at the table to share our thoughts and drink the coffee. When we had finished I instructed Lynda to remove the cups and stand by the table. I then made her hold the sides of the table causing her to lean forward slightly. "Right then, you filthy slut, lets get started". My words changed the mood and she stiffened slightly, looking straight in front of her. I started to run my hands over her body, over her back, over her tits and down over her bum. The fullness of the skirt allowed me to lift it easily and I squeezed her soft ass cheeks. I ran the tips of my fingers down the material of her thong and as they pressed between her legs she adjusted herself, opening her legs to allow me better access. Lynda always got very wet when she was excited and I could feel her slimy excretion on my fingers as I stroked her cunt over the gusset of her thong. She arched her back and eased her legs yet further apart as I started to rub her gash harder. "Are you ready to be my slut?" She didn't answer but just nodded. "I didn't hear the answer. Let me hear the answer Lynda". By now my fingers had got past her thong and were in her and I could feel her juices right up to my knuckles. "Yes I am ready to be your slut". This time her voice was louder than it needed to be and showed her to be fast losing control. She had slowly got lower and lower and now she was laying across the table, still gripping the sides, but now she was clearly on the verge of reaching orgasm. "What do you want right now?" I asked her. "I want your cock in me. I want you to fuck me. I want to cum." "You will have my cock when I am fucking ready, OK?" Again she nodded assent and then whispered "yes". I removed my fingers from her cunt and pulled the back of her hair till she was once again just leaning over the table.I wrenched the thong down her legs and then threw the soggy scrap on the table. I took the contract from my pocket and set it down on the table in front of her. I placed the pen next to it and then I again lifted her skirt and went back to finger fucking her cunt. "Now Lynda, I want you to read this aloud to me as I wank you off. Understand?" "She didn't answer but started to read, word for word, in between short gasps as I made contact with her clit every now and then. When she reached the end I instructed her to consider all the things that were in the contract and, if she was really sure about it then, she was to sign it. I continued to slide my fingers in and out of her body as she closed her eyes for a few seconds. Then with one hand still gripping the table she picked up the pen, signed, then dropped the pen on top of the document. "Good girl. Now I'll put you out of your misery." Pushing the paper and pen onto a chair, I turned her round laid her back across the table and went down on her. I attacked her clit with my tongue and within seconds she was cuming. Before she had time to come back down I unzipped and forced my cock into her. I didn't last long and when I came I shot what seemed like gallons into her sodden pussy. These sessions always ended as they started, with a civilised cup of coffee and a friendly chat. It was a time when we discussed all that we had done and made it clear that we were both happy to continue the arrangement into the future. The sessions continued in this way for some time before the next real adventure that took Lynda to the next stage. Lynda and I have no contact now but all this happened several years ago. All completely true and all etched in my memory as if it was yesterday. There is more to follow...............