Author’s note: Though this short story is fiction, with loving remembrances, I wrote it in honor of Frank and Jess F. Their kindness and grace throughout the years changed my life, filling it with light.

All our times have come

Here but now they’re gone

Seasons don’t fear the reaper

Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain

We can be like they are…

– Blue Oyster Cult — The Reaper 1976

“April, he needs to see you soon. I’m not sure that he’s got much more time.”

I pressed my mobile phone off speaker. I’d been leisurely strolling down Newbury Street in Boston’s Back Bay on a perfect early summer morning. Seventy-two degrees, clear pale blue sky, I paused in front of a flower box filled with perky purple pansies and shifted my phone up to my ear.

“Ok Jess, I can see him tomorrow morning at eleven. Will that work for Frank?”

“Thank you, that’s great. He’s fairly alert at that time day. See you tomorrow.”

How strange things have evolved over the years. I never expected that I’d be friends with the Wife of one of my submissive clients. My life as a professional Domme, please don’t ever refer to me as a Dominatrix, began over a decade ago, as a sexual experiment after my husband of twenty years died. He left me with a lot of sweet memories, a bucket load of debt, and no insurance.

My D/s clients have put my kid through collage and grad school debt Free. She believes her mother is a Reiki healer and massage therapist. That was my part time job before, when I was a Wife, now it’s an occasional side hustle.

Reiki healer and masseuse is the profession that my neighbors’ gossip about. They can’t believe that I can afford to live in such an affluent town working with my hands. If the gossipers only knew, just how many of the finest, most devoted husbands and fathers in our quiet neighborhood, knew exactly how I paid cash for my home.

I dressed carefully the next morning for Frank. Beneath my vintage Chanel black sleeveless sheath dress, I wore a black lace strapless corset with tight laces down the back to accentuate my full curves. The corset’s structured fit cupped my full DD breasts and lifted them together to create deep cleavage. I slipped on a tiny red lace G-string beneath a black garter belt. I had trouble attaching my thigh high stockings to the garters. When I lifted my leg up on to my bed to straighten out my stocking, I saw my reflection in the mirror.

After all these years, it still caught me off guard at just how much I physically change from my soft casual self, when dressed as Mistress April. The transformation was complete with a swipe of bold red lipstick and my prized Christian Louboutin red sole pumps.

Frank’s Wife Jess is a beautiful woman in her early seventies, with bright blue eyes and short white hair. In the early years, she pretended not to know what was going on between me and her wealthy husband. Their Sex life had been slowing down over the years, but Frank had remained an affectionate and attentive husband and father. She didn’t want to upset the good life that they shared by asking too many questions.

About five years ago, Jess found the strength to potentially disrupt her entire life. She asked and Frank honestly answered.

He said, “It’s not what you think Jess. April is not my girlfriend. You’ve been kind not to bring it up, but you’ve known for a long time that I’ve got my kinks.”

Jess said, “I don’t want to hear this.”

Frank continued, “If you want the whole truth. You need to hear this. April is my Domme and I am her submissive slut.”

“Frank!”

“Jess, I know that this is uncomfortable to hear. My fetishes are big part of my sexuality. They don’t take away from what you and I share. I’ve been this way forever. When we first met, as early as my twenties, I visited prostitutes. I could never surrender to them. It felt fake. You have seen my collection of toys. You know that I like to be tied and penetrated. You even tried it a few times with me before we had the kids.”

Frank said, “It took time, at least a year of getting to know each other, before I came to trust and worship my Mistress April. She is my Goddess. I obey her instructions with complete surrender. I submit to her full control. The surrender is irresistible. It’s liberating. Her control is my freedom.”

He said, “April took the part of my life that had been a reckless obsession, consuming my life and created a safe place for me. My submission is no longer a compulsion because it’s simply part of my life.”

Jess said, “I don’t get this. How does all of that even work? Does she tie you up and use whips on you?”

“Never a whip, but sometimes when I’m good, she uses a paddle.”

“This isn’t funny Frank. Are you crazy? What would our friends think?”

“I don’t care what they think, Jessie. I only care that you’ll be open and try to understand that I am still your husband. I’m the same man you’ve always loved. I have always loved you and the kids. I always will.”

The conversation went on for hours and in full transparency Frank confessed to Jess that he occasionally he would suck cock and be taken by other men in service to his Mistress. This news sent Jess reeling.

“My god Frank. Have you been safe? Are you gay?”

“I’m not gay. I am attracted to women and some men. I am bisexual and yes, I’ve been safe. Mistress always insists on protection and testing. I’d never do anything that would hurt you, Jess. I know that all of this is too much information for you. I could continue to hide things from you, but I hope that you’ll see that I’m still your Frank and you will always be my Jessie.”

I wasn’t there for that deeply personal conversation between husband and Wife. Both Jess and Frank have told me that even through her initial anger and confusion and through hours of crying in each other’s arms, that they found their way to the other side. Jess was able to accept that her husband had kinky desires that she couldn’t fulfill, but she would not lose him. It turned into the most truthful discussion of their entire marriage.

After this discussion, I was invited to spend D/s time with Frank in their home. Jess felt this was less risky than continuing to meet in hotels. She had a sound proof “man cave” designed for Frank. Instead of a flat screen television as the center focus of the room, there was a four posted king size bed. There’s also plenty of built-in discrete storage space for his toys and restraints.

Jess began to attend the lifestyle parties I hosted once a month, where she saw Frank in his full submissive glory. For Jess, she had no interest in physically taking part in any of the sexual activity swirling around her but being there gave her some sense of control. She still had her loving, reliable, and now sexually satisfied husband at home and this brought her comfort and security.

Having full knowledge of what happened between her husband and his Mistress removed any hint of jealousy. This knowledge has kept her family together and her marriage strong and happy.

She confided once after we shared a bottle of wine, that attending my parties always left her deeply aroused. Returning home after a party, she would masturbate in the Shower. She would Orgasm while fantasizing about different erotic encounters, she’d witnessed that evening. Frank would often benefit from his Wife‘s arousal the next day when he awoke.

Jess warmly welcomed me into her home with a big hug and a peck on the cheek, “April, so good of you to come on such short notice. You look lovely as always. How have you been?”

“All is good. How have you been holding up?”

Jess said, “I’m doing ok, but I won’t lie, this round of chemo has been much more challenging than last time. It’s been a tough couple of months. He’s not responding as well as the doctors hoped he would. Be prepared, Frank has lost a lot of weight since you last saw him in March.”

“Sorry Jess. I should have come around more.”

“Don’t be sorry. Your calls and texts have kept his spirits up. I’m shocked that with all drugs and radiation that he’s been dealing with, you still get him aroused.” Jess managed a weary laugh.

She continued, “Go on up April. I’m sure that he doesn’t want you to go easy on him but please don’t get him too worked up. He refused his morphine this morning. He said that he had to feel everything. Frank always said that he wanted to leave this world in bed, but let’s not make it today, ok?”

“I promise I’ll be gentle.”

Frank wearing maroon silk pajamas, was seated by the window reading when I knocked. He stood up to greet me.

“Please don’t get up.”

“Sorry Mistress, it’s too late for that. Just thinking of your visit has had me semi up all morning.”

“You are a delicious slut.”

“Only for you Mistress. How may I serve you today? Did you bring your paddle?”

“Are you expecting a good spanking, my pet?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“We’ll see about that. First things first, take off all of your clothes and get on the bed. Would it be ok if I restrain you with the leg spreader today?

“Yes please, Mistress. It would be an honor.”

As Jess mentioned, Frank was much thinner. He was so frail. He had always been on the stocky side, broad strong shoulders, full of life, and seeing him so vulnerable, hurt my heart. I fasten the restraints at his ankles with care.

I said, “First you must watch your Mistress. You are not allowed to touch yourself, no matter what. Do you understand, slut?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Unzip my dress.”

As I bent over to lift my Chanel dress from the floor, Frank moaned, “Oh Mistress, please may I worship your Ass?”

I walked over to my tote bag and pulled out a faux leather paddle, “Do as your told, slut or I will swat your balls. Now watch!”

Out of my tote next came a Magic Wand massager.

Seated directly across from the bed, I spread my legs, slid my red G-sting to the side and said, “Watch and imagine what I’ll taste like if I decide to let you touch me.”

Normally, I would bring myself to multiple orgasms and deny Frank’s touch for at least an hour. He’s spent much of our time together watching. I often engaged in all types of sexual activity with other men and sometimes women, as he watched restrained and caged. Being denied was a huge turn on for Frank. The more I said no, the harder Frank got.

Over the years Frank has been restrained in every imaginable position. He’s been teased, blindfolded, spanked. His cock has been caged, we experimented with E-Stim, used ropes to bind his cock and balls as he edged. He’s been milked, butt plugged, pegged, fucked by me, quite often, while I wore a strap on over my jeans and he wore a dress.

I’ve led Frank around by a leash attached to studded choker, when we visited a Dallas Sex club. He was naked of course, except for a leather pouch thong that barely contained his balls. He’s been dressed in only woman’s panties and given to alpha bulls to use. He’s been a cock sucking cum slut but most of all, through all of our time together, Frank has been my dear sweet submissive pet.

Through every crazy experience, his seven-inch, rock solid, hard on has never waned. I could not stand the thought of the cocktail of chemo chemistry flowing through his body, possibly leading to another betrayal of his physical body.

Frank watched as I pleasured myself with devoted focus. His cock was fully erect, desire in his exhausted eyes, he pushed against the restraint of the leg spreader. In his ill health, I could not risk him losing his magnificent erection before he got to use it.

I joined Frank on the bed. I straddled his head between my thighs and rode his tongue to quick Orgasm. I turned and let him worship my Ass. I gave Frank permission to use his hands. With my eyes closed, he felt like strong, vital Frank.

I slid down Frank’s body playfully biting and pinching his nipples before I reached down and squeezed his balls. In all of our time together I have never sucked Frank’s cock. Jacking his throbbing hard on, using both of my hands, I slowly ran my tongue down his shaft.

“Mistress! You have made my dreams come true.”

I flicked my tongue across the tip of his cock and tasted medicine infused pre-cum. I continued to work my tongue up his rod and back down before I took him in my mouth.

“Oh fuck, oh yes Mistress!”

I jacked faster and took him deeper, then I said, “Don’t you dare cum, do you understand, slut?”

“Ahhh, yeah, ah, I’m trying my best to obey, Mistress.”

I gave Frank’s balls another tight squeeze before I moved up and slid down on top of his solid shaft. I rode him with wild recklessness. Thinking only, Fuck You, directing my fury at his cancer.

Intellectually, I understood that Frank did not have long to live. In that moment, grinding down on to his cock, he was the strong, powerful man who helped me all those years ago when I desperately needed support.

Frank always paid with cash, no Venmo from him. It was always fifteen crisp one hundred-dollar bills politely tucked into a sealed bank envelope. He sent flowers or sweet gifts to my home the day after all of our sessions. He called his plumber to come to my house late one night when my water heater broke. He bought me my first new car. Frank always made me laugh and brought me Hot soup when I didn’t feel well.

Frank grunted, sweat beaded on his forehead, and his breathing labored.

I said, “Cum inside me, my sexy slut!”

“Fuck!”

He reached up and took my bouncing breasts in his hands. He was kissing my breasts, when I leaned back and slid my finger in his Ass.

“Mistress! Oh yes, fuck!”

His warm cum filled me. I reached down between my legs and covered my finger in his cum. I placed my finger to his lips so that he could lick his cum off before I straddled his face again. Frank voraciously licked me clean.

I removed the leg spreader so that Frank and I could lay together entwined. I held him close, so tight as he gently kissed and sucked on my nipples. He was smiling, his pale skin glowed. I held back my tears.

“You are my sweet submissive pet.”

“Mistress, you have brought so much pleasure to my life. Don’t be sad, April. I’m not afraid to die. You gave me the gift of living my true life. It’s because of you that Jess and I are closer than we’ve ever been.”

Frank said, “I’ve had a full successful career. I know that I am loved by my family. Our time together has been the cherry on top of all of that. I’m one hell of a lucky guy. Let the fucking grim reaper come for me right now. I’ll die with a smile on my face.”

Frank and I shared one last perfect kiss.

I found Jess pruning her rose bushes in the back garden on my way out.

“How’d he do?”

I said, “He’s fantastic.”

Jess said, “We met last week with Frank’s attorney to go over some final arraignments. Frank wanted me to know that a few years ago he set up a trust fund for you and it’s grown substantially.”

“What? He never said anything. I never asked Frank for…”

“I know. It’s ok. I’m thrilled April. The kids and I will be all set. What you’re getting will not take anything away from us.”

Jess said, “I know that a lot of people think that our friendship is strange. I hate that you have to face so much societal judgment over what you give to your men. I don’t know how I could have got through the last years of my marriage and Frank’s cancer diagnosis without your help.”

Jess tearfully continued, “You have been an unusual but special part of our family for many years now. I hope that this money helps you live comfortably when you’re ready to retire.”

Jess and I hugged for a long time as our tears flowed.

It was a week later when I got the call.

“April, our Frank is gone.”