Femdom Marriage Counselor

By Ardor

Elise is home alone when a mysterious woman knocks on her door. The woman turns out to be Lady Catherine a professional dominatrix. She's come to tell Elise that her husband has been booking sessions behind her back. Lady Catherine's not there to steal her man though. She came to save Elise's marriage.

Elise is invited back to lady Catherine's dungeon. There Elise learns about her husband's secret life and the kinks he can't live without. Lady Catherine offers up a male submissive to show her the ropes. Her eyes and mind are opened in ways she never imagined and soon can't live without.

16,718 words of femdom and spanking fun.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ardor
• Release date: Dec 5, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370269877

Ardor

I've been writing naughty stories since I discovered my Dad's dirty magazines at age 8. In fact I practically learned how to read from Penthouse Forum. Surprised the hell out of me when I was old enough to realize that all women weren't nymphos with huge boobs and that men didn't have nine inch dicks!After I got over that shock I decided to write stories that were a little more realistic. Most of them have their feet firmly planted on the ground. Some may only have a toe or two desperately scraping at reality. However you will find that they all make some kind of sense. There is some kind of story or plot that actually enhances the sex. To me you need that third element to make it really hot.Sometimes I call my stories erotica. Sometimes I think that term is to pompous and haughty so I prefer to call them naughty stories. Either way I put my heart and soul into them. I write what drives my own twisted little soul towards the little death.Come die with me. It's wonderful and the afterlife is completely catered.

Book preview

Chapter 1

It was a pretty ordinary day. Well, except for the fact that I was home by myself. Jerry, my husband, was out of town on business. I was just watching tv.

Then the doorbell rang. I looked out the peephole and saw a woman I didn’t know. She did seemed kind of familiar in a weird way though. I opened the door and asked, May I help you?

Her eyes moved up and down me quickly and then she looked me square in the eye. She seemed to have trouble finding the right words but eventually she asked, "Mrs. Smith?

Yes, that’s me, I replied.

I need to talk to you about your husband, in private, she said with an uncomfortable look.

What’s this about, I asked afraid of what she might have to say.

Can I come in, please, she asked.

I would have said no but there was a sad, empathic look on her face that made me think she wasn’t aggressive and that it might be better to have this conversation inside. I stepped aside to let her in. She walked past me into the living room.

I followed her in and asked, OK, now, what is this about?

She turned around, swallowed once quickly and said, You’re not going to like what I have to say but I need you I listen to me.

Then she took a breath and said, I’m a professional dominatrix and your husband comes to visit me once a month.

What, I asked almost as if the words themselves didn’t make sense.

He comes to my dungeon once a month and pays for a one hour session.

No, I said with an uncomfortable laugh, you must have gotten my husband confused with someone else. He wouldn't-

He’s tall, about 6’1, has dark brown hair and a birthmark on the left side of his chest.

Then she took out a sheet of paper from her back pocket and handed it to me. When I unfolded it there was a photocopy of his drivers license.

What do you want, I asked with and angry look.

I know this may seem hard to believe but I came here to help save your marriage.

I didn’t know how to reply to that. I didn’t even know what to think of any of this.

Why would you even want to do that, I asked.

Listen, I’m not going to claim to know your husband. We spend a little more than an hour together once a month. Then she paused, looked at the ground for a second, then back up at me and said, He’s not a creep. He’s nice and polite to everyone. He doesn’t try to stiff me or get sexual. He’s there strictly for some D/s play. Technically he hasn't even cheated on you.

And I’m supposed to be grateful for that or something, I asked with an angry look.

There’s one other thing. He insisted that every session ends with 30 hard swats of my paddle. He insists on hard. In fact, he told me that if he isn’t crying by the end I’m not being hard enough on him. I thought he was just a pain freak at first, you know?

No, I don’t know anything about that, I said in an annoyed tone of voice.

She ignored me and went on, But he muttered something, under his breath, after each stroke. He was so quiet that I couldn’t really hear him. It started to bother me. He’s not really like some of the guys that come to me so eventually I had to find out what he was saying.

When she didn’t go on I rolled my eyes, breathed out hard and said, Well, what was it?

She looked me right in the eye and said, I’m sorry Elise. He says it 30 times, once after each stroke of the paddle, half of them with tears streaming down his face. Elise, that’s, you isn’t it?

Numb, I shook my head yes.

He’s wracked with guilt. The only reason he comes to me is because, for whatever reason, he feels he can’t come to you.

I-I, don’t know what I’m supposed to do about this, I said as I looked away from her. What, am I supposed to run out now and buy a leather outfit and surprise him or something?

There are benefits to having a submissive husband. He’ll do all the chores around the house, cook, clean, give you massages, she said with a hopeful tone in her voice.

He does that all ready, I said with a shrug.

Huh, I should have realized, she said with a smirk.

What’s that supposed to mean, I asked a little pissed off.

A lot of submissive guys who are with vanilla women will do stuff like that. We call it stealth subbing. He’s trying to be submissive to you without you knowing it. Did he ever suggest anything kinky in the bedroom, she