I posted a couple of stories at the end of last year, check for 'cuckolding heaven' which I had left with the note that more was to follow having met a wonderful cuckold couple who were now under my training. Unfortunately, mainly due to work pressure, it fell away. For that, I took the blame as I couldn't put as much time and energy into making it work as I needed to. Over the last year, I have had the opportunity for the occasional one nighter (I'm no Brad Pitt but I'm no Shrek either so I do get lucky sometimes!!!). Much to my amazement, I have found myself refusing most of these offers for one simple reason. I have been a dominant, experienced Master for many, many years and now find that I don't wish to particularly experience 'vanilla' at this moment in time. That by the way is no criticism of those that do, just my own personal kink. Fortunately over the last 3 months, I have found a very willing, genuine and trustworthy lady who is now opening her mind (and body) to becoming such a wonderful cock loving whore. I will get her to write her own version of events in the next few days which I'm sure the male readers will appreciate more!!!!' I met Grace through work, just a few hellos whenever I was visiting her boss. There didn't seem to be any connection until We bumped into each other whilst on separate nights out. We made some small talk, Grace was in the throes of separation from her boyfriend, as we chatted I found myself warming to her, as she did to me also. Her friend made a sharp exit obviously thinking that something was on the cards. After a few more vinos, I could tell she was rather pissed which was only confirmed by a rather comical pass that she attempted. Having picked her up after she fell off the bar stool, it was time to call a taxi. I played the gentleman, made sure she was dropped at her door but did steal her number from her phone...... The following morning, I text her to see how she was feeling. Fortunately at that point, totally oblivious to any falls or embarrassing passes. We text most of that day, followed by me inviting her out for a drink that night. After making her excuses to her soon to be ex, she agreed. Now at the top of this story, I did say that I wasn't interested in vanilla, so 1 hour before meeting, I gave Grace a list of what to wear for Sir. The reply of 'you're having a laugh", was met with "do what you're told and all will be explained later". When Grace walked into the bar, I knew it was the start of something good. I had left the choice of colours upto her with the exception of her black lace top hold ups and black heels. I certainly didn't expect the mid thigh length skirt that she wore but I certainly wasn't complaining. At 49, she has a fantastic set of legs. Over the next couple of hours, I told Grace everything about my past and also what I hoped to happen in the future. Gobsmacked would be one way to put it but fair dues, she stayed and listened to everything I said and asked plenty of questions. At the end of the night, we waited on separate taxis, her final comment to Sir was a very telling one " you want me as your complete slut to do as you wish and to share with whom you wish don't you". I told her yes, I realise that it is some thing completely alien to you but have a think about it. I received a text at 7.30 on Monday morning with the simple question, "what am I to wear to work today Sir". That simple line brought a huge smile to my face!!!! Now I realise that there are no dirty, salubrious details in this part which may put many readers off but there are more to follow along with Graces version of her new role in life........