If you have seen my list of stories, you will see that this is just a part in a continuation of a long story/fantasy of mine that has been bouncing around in my head for a while now. Some parts of this are true, some are made up. I would love some feedback in the comments or in a pm. Thanks and enjoy!

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My eyes felt like large iron doors as I tried to pry them open. My mind slowly slipped out of a dreamless sleep and fought its way out of the fog. With a groan I slowly rolled on my side and eventually made my eyes open. There was an orange glow to the room as the sunlight crept past the thin curtains across the large glass doors leading out to the balcony. The crazy events of last night flooded my mind when I realized that I had slipped off into slumber as soon as Steph left the room last night. I looked at Amy’s side of the bed and it was still empty. I remembered that she was planning on going over to Gloria and Michele’s room to end the night, so I wasn’t too surprised. She must have fallen asleep there and she would be back in time for breakfast… or maybe lunch. I looked at the small alarm clock on the nightstand and read the green block numbers. 8:30? Why would the sun rise be so late in the day?

I sat up on the bed and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Then it dawned on me. I had slept the entire day away! The sun wasn’t rising, it was setting! I pulled myself up off the bed and shakily walked over to the table in the corner where my cell phone was charging. A moment of panic started to sink in and I just knew something bad had happened. As I reached for my phone, I noticed a small folded piece of paper next to my phone. Propped up on its ends, I recognized Amy’s beautiful penmanship had scrawled two words across the front: “My Lover”

A sense of warmth spread through my chest as I thought about how wonderful those words sounded to me. It had been years since I felt that she cared enough about our marriage for intimacy. This trip really had been worth it. And the changes I had seen in her already were amazing. I reached down and picked up the note. I could smell a hint of Amy’s perfume surrounding the note and I held it to my nose and just breathed in her scent for a moment. I pulled the note away and unfolded it and read:

“My lover,
First and foremost, thank you so much for last night. I have never felt so free to explore my desires. I had no idea that I had these thoughts and feelings until you so selflessly opened yourself to my whims. I am so sorry. I sit here writing this, watching you sleep so soundly, and I realize that I have not been honest with myself all of these years and therefore were not honest with you. I know that I have been cold and unfeeling. I think it was because deep down I knew that I had these needs buried deep inside and did not trust that you would be so accepting. I promise to be much better about expressing myself to you.
That being said, I now must switch gears and remind you that you made me a promise last night. You agreed to go to the new club with us and be my at my whim. A promise is a promise. And I promise you that we will explore many new limits tonight. I have already laid out your outfit for tonight. You will wear all that I have chosen. You will be ready to be picked up at 9:30. I will not lower myself to pick you up. Your ride will be there promptly at 9:30 and you will go with them. You will follow all of their orders. I will see you at the club.
Mistress”

So, she had not forgotten her dominant side! I felt the familiar twitch of my penis as I reread the note. I had no idea that being dominated by Amy would be such a turn-on. I set the note down on the table and walked over to the bathroom. There was another garment bag laying across the counter. I was torn between looking into the bag or getting into the shower. Looking at myself in the mirror made my decision for me. I was a mess. I turned on the hot water and climbed into the shower. After letting the hot water stream down on me and relax my muscles, I washed thoroughly. Stepping out of the shower and drying off, my eyes kept being drawn to the garment bag.

I guess it was now or never. I hung up the towel and unzipped the bag. There was a crisp, clean white button down dress shirt, a pair of khakis, and the black pair of sandals from last night. I was perplexed why Amy was so adamant that I wear this until I noticed a black plastic bag at the bottom of the garment bag. Pulling the bag out, I turned it over and let the contents fall on the counter. There were a couple packages, a small bottle, and a pair of underwear.

Picking up the underwear, I realized that using that term was being generous. Looking over the small amount of material it took some twisting and turning to figure out exactly how they worked. I finally got them facing the right way and held them up to look at. What I had before me was a black leather waistband and two smaller leather bands to go around the thighs. Connecting the bands together were strips of black see-through mesh that ran along the outside of the hips and thighs. The front and back were completely exposed. I carefully pulled on the underwear and got them adjusted.

Picking up the first small package, I saw a contraption made up of two round rubber circles connected together. Flipping it over, I saw a diagram explaining what it was for. I had never seen a cock ring before but had heard of them. The diagram showed that one ring went around the base of the cock and the second wrapped around the ball sack. I opened the package and spent the next few minutes trying to get everything situated and put together properly. It was constricting and felt weird, but it was what Amy wanted. Picking up the next package, I saw a shiny black rubber thing. It was narrow at the top and widened out a bit before slimming down into a flat, wide base. It was probably about 4 inches long and was about an inch or two in diameter at the widest point. I didn’t really need to see the diagram on the back to get a sinking suspicion about what it was used for. Looking at the small bottle, I realized it was a container of lube. My suspicions were confirmed. Taking the plug out of the package, I squirted a couple dabs of lube on it and spread it all over it with my fingers. I then used the excess on my fingers to try and lube up my butt. Taking a few deep breaths, I wiggled and twisted and fumbled around until I finally had the butt plug inserted. It was definitely a weird and filling sensation.

I washed the lube off of my hands and then finished getting dressed. I slowly walked around the room, trying to get used to having the plug in place. Looking in the full length mirror on the back of the door, I was hit with an odd sense of dichotomy. On the outside, I looked like I was heading to a casual dinner in my untucked white dress shirt over khakis and sandals, but underneath I tried to wrap my head around the fact that I was wearing silly underwear, a cock ring, and a plug shoved up my ass. My mind racing about the possibilities the night held, I tried to calm my breathing and paced around the room. I had almost relaxed when there was a sharp rapping on the door. I glanced at the clock and saw it switch from 9:29 to 9:30. My heart started racing again and I shuffled over to the door. Opening it, I was surprised to see the two men from last night! With a flash of a smile, they brushed past me into the room.

“Here, you will take these now please.” With that, the taller one handed me three pills. The man next to him handed me a bottle of orange juice. So, it was going to be another one of those nights. I tossed the pills into my mouth and unscrewed the cap on the bottle. With a swig, I swallowed the pills. I started to hand the bottle back but he gestured for me to keep it. “You will want to drink that on the way to the club.”

With that, they turned and started to walk out the door. I quickly followed them, flicking off the light switch as the door started to close behind me.