Jennifer's First Submissive (Letters to the Editor)

Everyone has a breaking point...

Jennifer’s friends seemed like a perfectly normal couple – but when she finds their collection of femdom porn, it soon becomes clear that they have a very different lifestyle hiding under the surface. When she sees how devoted Yvonne’s husband is, however, she decides that despite her inexperience she wants to try it for herself…

Jennifer’s husband Iain is happy to have their love life spiced up by her newfound dominant streak – but when Jen gives him an ultimatum and a choice to be her submissive on a fulltime basis, he has to decide just how much of his freedom he’s willing to give up. Can a fantasy straight from the pages of a magazine ever work in real life… or will it just be too hot for them both to handle?

This story contains themes of BDSM, female domination, humiliation, impact play and chastity.

Extract

I had taken the day off work to prepare myself properly, including a trip to a spa. I wanted to be pampered through and through, and by the time I left at 3pm I felt like a Goddess. I was in the mood to be worshipped, and thankfully I knew that Iain would be getting home in just a few hours to make my desires a reality.
He came through the door ten minutes earlier than usual, which meant he must have absolutely raced home. Who could blame him? I was almost as excited as he was.
As soon as he closed the door behind him, our weekend of fun began.
I could hear him walking around the house looking for me, but I waited in the bedroom until I heard his footsteps in the hallway. I was dressed to the nines, with a pair of expensive silk stockings beneath a pencil skirt and a corset that I had borrowed from my friend Yvonne. My nails had been painted a deep scarlet colour, and rich red lipstick and heavy eye makeup helped to show that I meant business. I had even pulled my hair up into a harsh bun to complete the impression that I was a tough, no-nonsense Dominatrix for the night. As far as I was concerned, he had left his wife behind when he went to work that morning, and I wasn’t sure when she’d be back.
‘Stop right there,’ I barked as I saw the door start to open. I was surprised at how firm my voice was. ‘Don’t come into this room standing up. I want you on all fours with your eyes on the floor, now.’