Miss Danvers Marriage Guidance

For the first time, he was truly glad his wife had thrown him out, not trying to hide the embarrassing tell-tale marks and lacerations. The other plus was his workmates saw him follow that goddess from the bar but the true outcome of their one-night stand need never be told. Instead, he would embellish his heroic night of lovemaking where he was the man who made her scream and beg for more, not the excruciating truth.

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And lie he did, the nights ensuing sexual escapades he regaled to his colleagues regularly over their evening boozing. The envious look in their eyes was the only boost his ego received over that period as deep in his soul he knew the true degrading secret. The memory brought shame and against his will his cock always grew hard from each flash of remembrance. The note with her number had been often in his nervous hand and he had talked himself down from dialing her number but his fortitude was crumbling.

It was after one long night of drinking that he succumbed and shaking called the number, his breath loud as he waited in anticipation for an answer. At the sound of that voice, he nearly dropped the phone, the confident mocking tone was there immediately.

"Well, it's about time you called, naughty boy making me wait so long," the velvet seductive tone of Miss Danvers toyed with her prey. She cut off his stuttering reply, "so you want more of my cock, don't you slut?"

Darren felt himself melting into a nervous little boy in her presence and could only mumble his reply, "yes."

"That's yes mistress, bitch boy." Her sharp response brought a small moan from his lips much to her enjoyment. She bit down on her lip to keep from laughing. "Leave your door open and be naked on your knees waiting for me."

His face flushed as he listened to her dominant voice ordering him and he whimpered, "Yes Mistress." Immediately the phone went dead and he reacted by obeying the instructions and removing his clothes and kneeling down by his partially open door. His heart thumped through his chest as his eyes stared eagerly at the door awaiting any movement of the arrival of his fantasy figure.

When the tall stunning figure entered his room the memory of that night filled his mind and she was more beautiful than he had even dreamed. She flicked her long red hair and smirked her deep red-lipped smile and strode those endlessly long legs towards him.

Miss Danvers peered down at the hapless figure before her and dropped her large leather bag by his side. "Hello bitch boy, I've been expecting to hear from you." She pointed to his bedroom, "carry the bag through and empty it out on the bed."

Darren leapt at her order and almost oblivious to his nakedness obeyed, his eyes widened at the contents of the bag. An array of dildos, lubes, plugs, cages, and a strap-on harness stood proudly before him.

Miss Danvers had removed her coat and now stood before him a vision in a skin-tight leather catsuit, "we will be using all of those tonight as you've made me wait much too long." She teased his hair and then strode to the door, "I do hope you moan like last time, I do love a good moaner." With one last grin, she closed the door on his straight life for good.

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Over the following month, she played with him like a kitten with a mouse, ordered him over when she felt like it, and left him waiting anxiously for days for her next response. His libido dropped and rose at her whim and he eagerly awaited her next call or text. His friends now wondered about his whereabouts, he now rejected the bar in case she got in touch. Work had grown hard to focus on now she clouded his mind daily.

On some days she never even showed, one of her proteges would turn up and degrade him for her pleasure. Every mistress showed the well-trained traces of the red-haired goddess and each debasement made him crave the next appointment. It really had become a craving for him, the thought of his previous sex life barely crossed his mind. His submissive nature was born and nurtured under the expert hands of his mistresses.

The wait between his meets grew larger each time and it had been almost a week since she had been in touch and he ached for any contact. He was almost in tears of frustration when she finally dropped a text to him and this time it was different. This time all it contained was an address and an order to be there at one tomorrow, finally, he would meet her at her abode.

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Helen sat uncomfortably in the plush leather chair awaiting Miss Danvers's arrival, pondering what her special class was going to be about. She had full trust in whatever Miss Danvers had in store for her, the whole program had worked wonders for her so far so she had little worries. She heard the confident stride of her footsteps approaching and blushed as that woman entered the room.

She reached out her hand, "Helen so good to see you again and you are looking marvelous." Miss Danvers beamed that smile towards her and produced the usual blushing response, "today is a very important session and the one where we find if you really are ready to join us on the next level."

Slightly flustered Helen stuttered her reply, "I really hope I can and I will certainly try my best to please you." The reply did not reduce her growing embarrassment as she was sure she sounded like a schoolgirl with a crush.

"Now all the women who enter into our guidance course grow and improve but only a relative few are able to take the next step." Miss Danvers sat next to Helen and pulled her close, "this next step takes a special kind of woman, the kind of woman who knows she has to take control and be the dominant figure in the marriage and what her partner's place is too."

Transfixed by her bewitching green eyes Helen nodded only half-conscious of the conversation. "I think I understand and I want to be that woman."

"Good girl," Miss Danvers softly patted her hand. "I really do want you to be her too," With a click the lights dimmed and the screen on the wall lit up. "To fully understand what is being asked of you, you really must see it for yourself and I'm sure you will recognize a few of the performers." The bright ruby red lips shone in her grin even through the darkness.

As the images on the screen grew clearer Helens mouth dropped open and she sat dumbfounded by the array of scenes before her eyes. Scene after scene of a sexual nature flashed before her but it was the shock of seeing what kind of sex that stunned her. The women were fucking the men with strapons in every scene, each one more powerful and dominant than the next.

Miss Danvers eyes never left the face of Helen, she watched gleefully as she took in the full impact of the video. As shocked and surprised as Helen so obviously was she never once turned her eyes away, never hid or flinched from the display.

Miss Danvers had been correct about the performers, Helen audibly gasped as faces appeared on the screen who she instantly recognized from the gym and her courses. She even smiled when Cassie made an appearance and was very impressed by her but when her friend Lucy was there in front of her fucking her husband she squealed and turned for answers.

"As I said, not everyone is ready for this level but some like Lucy leap at it wholeheartedly," Miss Danvers squeezed both Helen's hands as she calmed her down. "If I didn't think that you were perfect for this I would never have shown you and if you do not wish to continue I will only ask of you to never comment on what you've seen here today."

Helen could only sit staring at Miss Danvers, the words to comprehend what she had just seen failed to materialize. "I'm not sure if I could do that, I'm so sorry." She whispered out the words so as not to annoy her mentor.

"Oh Helen you have nothing to be sorry about," and she reached over and strongly hugged her. "The choice is always yours and you can never disappoint me but I want you to think overnight about it." Miss Danvers pulled her face towards her, "call me tomorrow and give me your honest answer but I want your real answer. Not what society says but what you feel in here."

As her hand patted her thumping heart Helen's eyes welled up, "I will think long and hard I promise."

"I know you will dear," and she planted a kiss on her forehead leaving red lipstick mark. As they rose Miss Danvers walked Helen towards the door, "I'm sure you'll give me the right answer tomorrow, I'm positive I'm right in my estimation of you Helen."

As she returned to her chair Miss Danvers clicked on the communication to her servant, "Oh Parker could you please contact young Liam, I think we might need his attributes tomorrow."

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Miss Danvers had been proven correct in her assumption. Helen did return on time and was more than ready. Her first session with young Liam was nervous and a little embarrassing as she recognized him from her local shop but with Miss Danvers encouragement she rose to the challenge. As she plowed the plastic cock deep in the eager lad she began to understand the feeling of power and dominance and above all the appeal for the women involved.

Over the following fortnight, she worked her way through a plethora of men, young and old, of all shapes and sizes but all with that telltale hungry moan from their lips. They wanted it as much as she had begun to need it, no other emotion matched that intoxicating feeling of domination.

Sitting back in Miss Danvers office Helen could barely conceal her happiness as her mentor beamed proudly towards her. "Helen, you have surpassed my expectations and I have never been prouder of any of my girls."

Helen blushed, "I'm so glad I've pleased you and even more so that I came here. I really feel like you've changed my life and I will be eternally grateful."

"Oh shush, it's all been down to you," Miss Danvers mocked her words away. "But we now have one more step to make, the final one in your development. Your husband!"

The last few weeks Helen had been able to blank out Darren and throw herself into her domination but the words brought her back to reality. How would he accept the new Helen and could they live together as she now was. "I'm not sure he will understand this new side of me, certainly he wouldn't be happy about me fucking other men."

"Helen darling, the boys are just for training. Darren is your bitch and you will make sure of that." Miss Danvers's words were a matter of fact and she seemed positive in the outcome.

Helen sat flustered, "but surely you don't think he would be like the other men and allow me to use him like that. I do know my husband."

Miss Danvers leaned forward, staring her magnetic green eyes deep into Helens. "With our marriage guidance we work on both parties and as much as I've helped you I've also assisted Darren on becoming the man he should be for you. She dimmed the lights and clicked on the screen, "I think you should your husband in action before we proceed with any nonsense over his participation."

Helen's mouth dropped open as Darren's sexual activities with Miss Danvers and others now played before her. The sound of her husband's moans and cries as he begged for more from each dominant woman swam before her. As her mentor cooly watched and smiled at her protege knowing her work was almost done.

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At one o clock, Darren arrived in the suburban street, not at all what he was expecting. The trim neat garden surrounded the modest residential house and he knocked half expecting the address to be a mistake. The gruff burly servant who answered throw him and he stammered out Miss Danvers name.

"Come," the butler barked at him and bade him follow him up the dark polished staircase. Darren followed nervously staring at the broad back of the tall man until he stopped before a large wooden door and pointed him to enter. As the door slammed behind him his eyes reeled around the dark wooden office with its deep red carpet still questioning how this house matched the women he knew.

The answer was brought by the tell-tale noise of her high heels clicking on the hard wooden floor gaining towards the room. She entered as always like a breath of fresh air, her red hair lighting the entire room and her smile made his legs buckle. But today she did not say a word to him, she walked past him and placed a package on the desk. Her bright red ruby lips smiled back as she tapped the package and waved goodbye, she was gone before he could speak and all that confirmed she had existed was her intoxicating perfume which filled the room.

His mind was still in a muddle as he nervously opened the package and pulled out a pink blindfold and a letter, the letter said 'Strip, put on the mask, be ready.'

Thankfully the room was warm and his bare feet rubbed the thick carpet as he waited eagerly for her return. The leather mask blocked out any light and he craned his ears for any semblance of noise. At the turning of the doorknob his body shivered in anticipation, footsteps walked behind him obviously observing his nakedness.

"Good afternoon bitch," the sharp voice made him jump and the reaction brought a smile to her lips.

"Good afternoon Mistress," Darren replied immediately but he didn't recognize the voice. It certainly wasn't Miss Danvers and he was sure none of the other women she had sent to meet him matched this voice

"Put your hands on the desk in front of you and push out that arse," the voice still barked her orders but there was a slightly mocking tone to her.

Darren groped for the desk and as his hands landed he obeyed and pushed back his backside. Immediately her hands spanked sharply on each of his cheeks making him visibly wince.

"Somebody needs to get back into shape, I like my bitches to have firm buttocks not flabby ones like this." The mocking tone grew as she spanked the cheeks several times.

"Sorry Mistress, I've been thinking of getting back to the gym," Darren whimpered shamefully knowing his physique had deteriorated over his marriage.

"Don't think bitch, do," she followed each word with even harder spanks.

Darren grimaced, "Yes mistress." He'd taken a few good spankings recently but this mistress seemed to spank with real anger behind each hit. His arse throbbed already from their brief meeting.

As she ran her strapon cock down his hairy crack his body trembled, "Do you want lube or raw? Do you even deserve lube?"

Feeling the thickness of her cock pressed against his tight hole Darren pleaded, "Lube please mistress."

She pondered and teased him for a minute pressing the cock head against his hole before finally relenting and pouring cold lube over his aching pucker. "Beg for my cock bitch, I want to hear it loud."

The cock pushed teasingly as she gripped his waist and Darren almost yelled, "please give me your cock mistress, I need your cock so bad." His words swam around the room.

With a loud laugh, she plowed her cock in deep, pushing past his tight hole and drawing a loud moan from his lips. Expertly she slowly teased her cock within him and stretched him for her cock. Her gentle loosening soon became a faster and rougher thrusting and the moans became louder and uncontrolled.

Darren gave up trying to contain his ecstatic noises as they fell from him, her violent powerful gyrations drawing them out of him with ease. His dripping hard cock slapped against his thighs as she slammed her athletic hard body against his wiggling arse.

"Who's fucking bitch are you? Who owns you bitch?" Every word powered into him with her thick cock, totally owning his arse.

"I'm yours mistress, I'm your bitch," Darren screamed his reply and at that moment meant every word. Miss Danvers who had lived in his brain rent-free never even crossed his mind.

With a tight grip on his leaking cock she mocked, "too fucking right I am. This arse is mine now."

As she teased his prostate Darren cried out and exploded over her strong fingers as she milked every last drop from his cock. With a helpless whimper, he fell back against her exhausted and broken. His heavy panting breath was all that filled the air until his mask was removed and he blinked unfocused ahead of him. Finally, his eyes came to rest on the smiling visage of Miss Danvers.

Before he had time to try and speak a cum soaked hand was placed before him, "lick it clean bitch."

Darren lapped away eagerly to please his newfound mistress much to the pleasure of Miss Danvers who proudly watched. His tongue hungrily cleaned her delicate hands until he was stopped coldly in his tracks, the ring on her finger was the ring he had bought his wife. In a panic, he spun to see the mistress and hoped he would be wrong but all he saw was his spouse grinning back down at him.

As he tried to pull away from her Helen gripped him hard and thrust her cock back into him forcing yet another groan from his lips. "Where the fuck do you think your going, have you forgotten already who owns your arse bitch."

Darren tried to release himself from her grip but she was too strong, he was shocked at how she had transformed herself. Helplessly he looked towards his former mistress for assistance.

Miss Danvers threw her head back and laughed, "Oh Darren, I'm so sorry but this is your life now. You were the man of the house and you were useless, now it's Helens turn to run things and your job is to be her bitch." She leaned close to his face, her warm breath against him. "We both know it's your real position and I think you now know what Helen is really capable of."

Darren nodded wordlessly as Miss Danvers playfully slapped his cheek as his wife spanked his sore arse yet again.

Miss Danvers gave Helen a kiss and Darren a sharp spank goodbye and strode to the door. "Now I will leave you two love birds to reacquaint yourselves and organize your sparkling future together."

As the beguiling red-haired figure disappeared Helen roughly removed her cock from Darren to a whimper, "Now bitch I think you have some cleaning up to do, don't you?"

Darren crumpled to the floor and looked up beaten towards her, "yes Helen I'll get to it now."

Helen stood over him and watched gleefully as he cleaned away his cum from the carpet and vowed to thank Lucy later for her introduction into the world of Miss Danvers.

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