"Use My Slave Like A Slut" said the ad on our local CL. Hmmm, coming off two experiences with guys who said they were Doms, but not so much, I thought "Maybe I should try it and see what happens". So I reached out and made contact. Deal was that he husband was her slave, and she liked to see him used by men. She had to be present, of course, and would set him up as you wished. No long drawn out stuff, "Get in, use him, and get out." she sent. Took months to get the timing right, since they would only play at night after 9pm. Finally got a chance, coming back from DC at the right time. She had him contact me at my direct email, and we proceeded to set it up.At one point, he begged me to work through her regarding what I would like to do to him, said he didnt want to know.

So I got back in touch with her, I had the address from him. She asked if I would like him bound and dressed, maybe in stockings and a skirt, I said that sounded fine, I thought if she recommended it, it might be a thing she liked to see. She described the 500 foot gravel driveway said the porch light would be on.I was to pull up and wait for the porch light to blink off and on, then I could approach the door.......Place was out in the country, dead end road, next to last house, lots of room and forest between the houses. I pulled up, decent cars, nothing too fancy, house had some projects going on, again, nice place, no mansion, but not a shack. Light was on, so I waited. And waited. About 5 minutes passed, I was thinking they had changed their minds and was getting ready to leave. Then the light flickered twice. My heart was racing a bit, this was something I had never done before. I got out and approached the house, tense as hell. When I got to the door, where I had been directed not to ring the bell, it opened. No lights on beyond maybe hallway nightlights. She was there in a filmy nightgown in the shadows inside the door. About my height, 5'8", slim. But I wasn't here for her, although her presence was really adding to the excitement.

"He's upstairs, follow me" she said as she turned and went that way. Inside, it looked like there were a lot of projects going on, paint and trim work, that sort of thing. At the top of the stairs, she opened a door to a dimly lit room to the left of the stairs. Room might someday be a bedroom, but now it had some supplies stacked around the sides of the room. He was on all fours over what was maybe an ottoman, white thigh stockings and a short red skirt. No other attempt was made to feminize him, no wig on his short cropped head, which said to me this was humiliation for him, not a thing he wanted. His thighs and upper arms were bound to the legs of the ottoman, but it didnt look very tight. "There he is, what would you like to do to him?" she said. He was silent there displayed before me like a new toy. Which he would be, really. While I had served that one man in the basement, and had one of the supposedly dom men give me a blowjob, this was a whole new thing for me. Having an audience made a huge difference in my mind. He of course wasn't in any position to judge me, but she was, standing there by the wall.

It was exciting but also made me nervous, never having done anything sexual with a non-participating observer. "I'll start with his mouth I think". My cock was already hard as a rock as I knelt to bring it towards his face, which I couldn't see. I brushed it against his lips to see what he would do. Was he eager for this? Would he lean into it? After the second time my cock bumped into his lips, I had my answer, no. So I pushed it upwards a bit more, and his lips parted as I inserted just the head between his lips. "Tongue, now" I said, and he complied, licking the tip back and forth. I raised myself off my haunches a bit and slid more of my cock into his mouth, hearing a slurping sound as he kept the saliva back as his lips failed to keep lock. She looked on from about four feet away, not saying anything. I held position, giving him a chance to start working on me, but he didn't, just kept it where I had stopped. He didn't pull back, but didn't make any other moves. He did keep his tongue busy as ordered though.

Looked like motion was up to me. So I grabbed either side of his head and started moving his head up and down on my cock. Those sounds, the slurping gargle sounds, so exciting. I was throbbing and as engorged as I think it's possible to get, Got a little to enthusiastic, and he gagged a bit. I slacked off a little, she asked him if he was okay. He gasped out a "yes" and lowered his mouth back onto me. I kept the depth under control and focused on speed, moving my hips and his head in coordinated movement. The sounds were almost as exciting as the sensations as his lips struggled to keep locked onto me. I started slowing down, holding his head still as I slowly went back and forth, letting his tongue work that spot right below the tip. She had moved a bit for a better view, but hadn't gotten any closer. I pulled out of his mouth and rested a moment, that position was a bit hard on the legs. He was catching his breath, she again asked him if he was okay.

Again, he simply said "Yes". I stood and asked her if I could use his ass. "Of course, he's yours to use" she said. He moaned, maybe a small protest, to which she said "Shhhh". I positioned myself and put a condom over my cock, then applied some of the lube she had thoughtfully placed there. I slid the head up and down his crack, back and forth over his sphincter. Each time I touched it, he wiggeld a bit. Might have been anticipation, might have been a way to express a lack of enthusiasm. I raised an open hand he couldn't see and looked over at her, she nodded, and I smacked his ass, leaving a faint pink handprint on his pale butt cheek. ""Stay still now" she commanded as I pressed forward, pushing my head against his hole. She musts have prepped him well, as I was able to slide right in. I grabbed his hips and started a slow in and out grind, stoppping and bumping on the bottom of the stroke, like that dom had done to my ass. He grunted a bit on those bumps. She came over and put a hand on his head and told him he was doing great". I gave him a few more strokes, but the position was tougher than the front, due to the in-between height of the ottoman.

I told her I was moving back to his mouth, and did just that. After removing the condom, I proceeded to fuck his mouth with enthusiasm. She stayed close and listened and watched. I was grunting myself, breathing hard, and then stiffened up as I came into his mouth. He made no attempt to keep it in, just let it fall back out of his mouth. I wasn't caring, I was busy. After I came, she held my arm as I stood. "Get dressed, leave him to me" she said. So that's what I did, and let myself out....... It was about 45 minutes home, and I was amazed at what had just happened. Funny, it's one of my fantasies to be in his position, but It was certainly awesome to be on the other side of that fantasy too.