The thing that had really stood out to Charlie about Yvette was how tall she was. It wasn’t obvious at first. When he and his Wife, Erin, had first walked into Yvette’s office, she had been sitting in an armchair next to the window reading something in a manilla file folder with one knee-high-booted leg hooked over the other. She was pretty, in an understated way, straight black hair pulled into a plain, tight ponytail, black-framed glasses, and natural-look make-up. She looked, for all intents and purposes, like a therapist, an effect that was enhanced by the presence of the therapist’s couch that sat across from her arm chair.

She smiled warmly when the couple entered and stood up to greet them. It was then that Charlie noticed her height — at least 5’9″, certainly as tall as he was, and at least six inches taller than Erin. Yvette wore black jeans and a black, chunky cardigan sweater that ended halfway down her thigh and that buttoned all the way to her neck. She was friendly and polite as she shook their hands and welcomed them in.

The couple sat on the couch, politely declining Yvette’s offer of Hot tea. Yvette sat back in her armchair and picked up her own mug, which still had the tea bag string hanging from it, up from the small coffee table between them and sat holding it with both hands on her knee.

“Well,” Yvette said, “I have to say, I am thrilled to be getting started with the two of you.” Her voice was bright and gentle and she spoke with easy sincerity. Charlie felt like they’d been friends for years, even though this was the first time they’d met in person.

“Now,” Yvette continued, “I know we talked about all of this on the phone, but I just wanted to ask again if you had any questions or concerns about the arrangements or about how the next few sessions will proceed?”

Charlie felt Erin clasp his hand and he squeezed back. “Do we start today?” she asked, her voice quavering slightly.

Yvette smiled and Charlie immediately felt Erin’s grip relax.

“Today will be an orientation,” Yvette said. “I’ll show you around and we’ll get to know each other a little bit, go back over the ground rules, that sort of thing. Mostly, we’ll take some time to get familiar with the space.”

Yvette pulled two sheets of paper out of her folder and handed them to Charlie and Erin.

“This is what you submitted through the webform,” she said. “I’d like you to look back over it and make sure it is still accurate. You can change absolutely anything you like right now or at any time between sessions. And of course, most importantly, you can put a stop to anything at any time for any reason at all with your safe words. The second one of you uses the safe word, everything comes to a full stop, no questions asked, no explanations needed. Okay?”

She smiled warmly. Charlie and Erin both nodded.

“Do you both remember your safe words?”

Charlie and Erin both repeated back their safe words.

“Great,” said Yvette. “Now I’m going to give you a minute to review these. When you’re done, we’ll have a look at the room. Just head down the hall to the left and you’ll see the doors to the changing rooms. Please do mind the posted rules, just like we discussed. I’ll be waiting for you whenever you’re ready. But please take your time.”

Yvette stood up in a single graceful motion and left the room.

Charlie and Erin both looked at their sheets of paper. Charlie felt his heart begin to beat faster as he looked down the list of increasingly depraved Sex acts with little check marks next to them. He remembered the night that he and Erin had filled them out together over wine and Chinese take-out, how they had become grown more and more flirtatious with each other and then, the moment they had hit the “send” buttons on the web forms, how they had tumbled into bed and had loud, blurry, bed-shaking, neighbor-flustering Sex.

Charlie was surprised when Erin had forwarded him an email thread between herself and a self-styled “Sex educator” named Yvette. Erin explained that she’d heard about Yvette from an acquaintance and, on a semi-drunken lark with one of her girlfriends, had reached out to her to learn more about what kind of “educating” she did.

He hadn’t been sure about the whole thing, at least not at first. He loved his Wife and found her even more beautiful after 10 years together than on the day they had met, with her curly blonde hair, girlish face, and slim, athletic figure. He would have called them fairly adventurous — at least in theory. They’d watched Porn together and had a respectable collection of Sex toys. They were comfortable sharing fantasies with each other, even as those fantasies were getting wilder and wilder. Just for fun, they’d even talked in practical terms about having a threesome. But it had all been just fantasy and dirty talk, confined to their own bedroom. Which was fine with Charlie.

So Charlie had been surprised when Erin told him about Yvette. But he also felt the pull of adventure and so had agreed to fill out the survey. He became all the more intrigued when he saw the list of wanton sexual acts that his sweet and sometimes shy Wife had checked off her list — and had even surprised himself with some of the ones he found himself open to, when he finally took a moment to think about them.

In the sober light of day two weeks later, Charlie wondered if he should make some adjustments to his list and thought about reaching for one of the pens that sat on the coffee table. He saw Erin reading through her own list — which had as many checkmarks as his own — saw the flush on her face and chest.

“What do you think?” he asked, instead.

Erin chewed her lower lip as she looked at the sheet. Then she folded it in half and turned to her husband, eyes wide with nerves and excitement.

“I think we should go into the rooms down the hall,” she said.

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So there Charlie was, standing by himself in a small but comfortable changing room, looking at a black cotton robe, a pair of black sandals, and a handwritten note from Yvette herself sitting on a small table against the wall.

The room was the size of a large bathroom and had a sink, Shower, and a padded bench placed in front of a floor-to-ceiling locker. On a shelf beside the Shower was a stack of fluffy, neatly-folded white towels. On the sink were lined up various soaps, lotions, shaving creams, and other spa-quality toiletries and a small basket filled with rolled-up wash cloths. There was a door opposite the one that Charlie had entered with a sign on it that said, “Studio.” Beneath it was another sign made of black plastic with a list of rules embossed in white:

-Please Shower before entering the studio

-No street clothes or shoes allowed — please use what clothing is provided.

-Remember your safe word.

Charlie read the sign a few times and felt his heart begin to pound even faster than it had in the room with Yvette. He picked up the note on the table. In neat, flowing script, it said:

“Charlie: please relax with a warm Shower, and, whenever you are ready, come into the studio. Please leave your clothes and shoes in the changeroom and wear only the robe and sandals that you should see next to the Shower. -Y”

Charlie paused for a moment, wondering why he needed to be undressed just to be shown around. But, he thought, when in Rome… he’d come to the place for Yvette to “expand his horizons”, as Erin had put it in the email, he may as well play along for the full experience. So he began to take off his clothes.

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Fifteen minutes later, Charlie found himself standing in the studio wearing his robe and sandals. He felt clean and even refreshed. Tthe Shower had contained bottles of high-quality, mint-scented soaps and washes and he’d found them both calming and invigorating.

Despite the effects of the Shower, the butterflies in his stomach had started to return as he pulled the door to the studio open and his heart had practically jumped into his throat when he saw the studio itself.

It was a fairly large room, about the size of Charlie and Erin’s main bedroom at home. The walls were painted red and the ceiling was black, giving the whole place a dramatic, exotic, and slightly dangerous feeling. Along the walls were banks of cabinets and cupboards, also painted black. On the opposite wall to where Charlie was standing was a large set of black double doors. In one corner was a pile of thick, neatly-folded grey blankets. The floor was made of large black squares of a firm, rubbery material that felt ever-so-slightly squishy beneath Charlie’s feet.

The wall to Charlie’s left was dominated by a queen-sized, four-poster bed with its head against the wall, its elaborately-carved wooden posts stained a dark brown. The bed was made up with a grey quilt with red sheets folded over the quilt at the head of the bed and a pile of over-sized pillows in grey pillowcases.

As Charlie took in the sight of the room, he heard a door behind him open and turned to see Erin emerging from it, similarly dressed in a black, cotton robe and sandals. She smiled at him and took his hand, then stood next him and surveyed the room.

“Wow,” was all she said.

As they stood in silence, a third door that stood next to the changing room doors opened. Yvette walked through and strode into the room. She still wore her chunky cardigan tied at her waist, and still had her black-rimmed glasses and ponytail. But her demeanor had changed since they saw her previously. Gone was the warm, welcoming smile, replaced by a serious, almost stern expression. She still wore her knee-high boots, which somehow looked more at home in the studio than they had in the welcome area.

“Good,” Yvette said. She stood in front of them and looked at them up and down. “You both follow instructions well, at least so far. That is good.”

Yvette’s voice was markedly different than it had been in the office. Where before she had sounded casual and easy-going, now she spoke firmly and efficiently. Charlie felt Erin squeeze his hand.

“Now,” Yvette continued, “as I said, today is mostly about orienting ourselves to the space and to each other. Do you both remember your safe words?”

Charlie and Erin repeated their safe words.

“Good,” said Yvette. “For this session, I’ll show you around the studio and introduce you to the rules of the space, which you will follow at all times. The first of these rules is that you will refer to me in this space as ‘Mistress’ or ‘Mistress Yvette.’ When I ask you a question, you will respond ‘Yes, Mistress’ or ‘No, Mistress.’ When I issue an instruction, you will respond with, ‘Yes, Mistress,’ and then carry out the instruction. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” said Charlie. He felt the butterflies becoming more and more active.

“Yes,” Erin said and giggled.

Yvette regarded Erin for a moment without showing any change at all to her expression. Erin watched her, still smiling. Then Yvette turned and walked to one of the wall cabinets and pulled open its double doors.

Inside, hanging from pegboards, was an array of paddles, floggers, and other like devices. There were leather-covered spankers, wooden ones that looked like ping pong paddles, and even what looked like a cricket bat. There were cat-o’-nine-tails in leather, suede, silicone, and nylon. There was a wand with lengths of fine metal chain attached and even a short whip. There were bamboo canes, leather straps, and ticklers that looked like feather dusters. Yvette considered the collection for a moment before selecting a medium-length riding crop with a leather tip. She turned back to Erin and Charlie and walked slowly toward them, tapping the leather end of the riding crop against her palm.

“This cabinet,” she said, “contains examples of the kinds of things I’ll employ if you fail to follow my instructions.” She stopped next to Erin, who was no longer smiling and instead watched Yvette with wide-eyed fascination.

“So,” she said, “if one of you fails to carry out a task I have asked you to carry out or otherwise responds to one of my commands incorrectly…”

The riding crop flashed out and caught Erin on her cotton-covered butt with a dull smack. Erin jumped away from it and let out a high-pitched yelp.

“Do you understand?” Yvette asked.

Erin stared wildly at Yvette, now flushed and breathing heavily. “Ye…, Mistress.” She said.

Charlie felt himself stirring and suddenly became very conscious of the fact that he was not wearing anything under his robe.

“Good,” said Yvette. She walked over to a set of hooks on the wall near the doors to the change rooms, her long legs carrying her gracefully and purposefully. She took off her cardigan and hung it on one of the hooks, then turned to face Erin and Charlie and Charlie felt himself stir again. Yvette was now wearing just a deep black cotton cami that hugged firm, c-cup breasts and a waist that narrowed slightly above the flare of wide hips. Her black jeans sat just below the hem of her top, leaving a sliver of bare skin above the waistband and accentuating the curves of her toned behind. With her long, graceful neck exposed, Yvette looked even taller and more imperious.

“Now,” she said, “let’s have a look at some of the other things that we might be using over the next few sessions. Come with me, please.” Her voice was neither harsh nor angry, but was firm and business-like and made it clear she would brook no further nonsense from either of them. She strode over to another of the cabinets lining the walls. Charlie and Erin followed obediently behind her.

“Yes, mistress,” they said in unison.

Over the next half-hour or so, Yvette showed them the contents of several more cabinets, each as full of exotic-looking devices as the first. In one cabinet, were vibrators of wildly varying shape, size, and power, from tiny, simple bullets to palm-sized rabbits to thrusting insertables and powerful, plug-in wands. In another cabinet were shelves and shelves of massage oils, candles, and every kind of lubricant you could think of, from tubes of thick-but-effective drugstore lube to creamy, white substances meant to simulate outrageous amounts of semen.

In yet another cabinet were dildos of every shape and size imaginable. Many were modeled after human anatomy and Charlie was amazed at the range of sizes and shapes that had been crafted in silicone. Many were made in wild swirls and rainbow colors. Some were simple and smooth; others were rendered in outlandish textures and shapes that their creators imagined may have belonged to dragons and unicorns and space aliens. Among these, Charlie found himself staring at a few particularly sizable specimens, some of them more than two inches thick and as long as his forearm.

“Charlie, touch one of them and see what you think about the texture,” Yvette said.

Charlie glanced at her serious, unmoving expression and then reached his hand towards a smooth, medium-sized dildos.

Thwack!

He jumped as he felt the sting of the riding crop through the robe.

“Uh… yes, Mistress,” he stammered. Yvette nodded and gestured back to the cabinet.

Charlie reached for the cabinet again, conscious of the quickly-receding sting on his butt and his stiffening cock. He ran his hand over the silicone cock, surprised by its soft surface texture and the supple firmness of its obviously high-grade material.

With a nod from Yvette, Erin also took a step toward the cabinet and began to explore. Her hand roamed around the various artificial phalluses of various textures and firmnesses, wrapping her hand around each one briefly before moving on. She seemed particularly fascinated by the more elaborate selections, stroking and caressing one after another as she chewed her lower lip. Charlie felt his cock grow to nearly its full size as he watched her explore the dildo cabinet and he adjusted his robe again.

In the last cabinet were all manner of restraining devices — handcuffs, lengths of soft, black rope, roles of vinyl tape, hip and shoulder harnesses, and leather cuffs with metal d-rings attached to them. As before, Yvette let Charlie and Erin explore the contents of the cabinet, running their fingers over the various devices and noting the different textures and pointing them out to each other. After a few minutes, Yvette gently interrupted their conversation.

“Well now,” she said. “Now that you’ve had a chance to see our collection, I think it’s time for us to take a more practical look at a few of these.” It wasn’t a question. Charlie stood quietly and waited for further instructions and Erin did the same next to him.

“Charlie, do you see those four leather cuffs on the right-hand side there?”

“Uh-huh — uh — yes, Mistress,” Charlie replied.

Yvette nodded. “Good,” she said. “Take them out of the cabinet and put them on Erin. One on each wrist, and one on each ankle.”

“Yes… Mistress,” Charlie answered. He took the cuffs from the cabinet and turned to Erin, who was watching him intently. Her face was an adorable shade of red and her pretty pink lips were parted slightly. Charlie’s heart beat faster as he rolled up the sleeves of her robe one-by-one and secured cuffs around her wrist. Then he bent down and did the same for her ankles.

“Good, Charlie,” said Yvette when he stood up. “Now Erin, take off your robe.”

Erin froze. She stared at Yvette and didn’t move, her mouth hanging slightly open.

There was a sharp thwack and a squeal as leather met backside. But though Erin jumped — Charlie noticed — she didn’t move away from Yvette or try to hide behind her husband. Rather, she stared at Yvette, breathing heavily and fingering the lapels of her robe. Yvette stared back, her height causing her to look down at the shorter woman.

“Erin,” Yvette said in quiet, measured tones, “take off your robe.”

Erin hesitated for just a second more. “Yes, mistress” she finally said as she reached for the tie at her waist.

As the robe slid off of Erin’s shoulders and pooled at her feet, Charlie’s cock swelled more than he thought even possible as his Wife stood naked in front of them. She shifted her weight awkwardly from foot to foot, but, somewhat to Charlie’s surprise, made no effort to cover her pert, b-cup breasts, her hard, pink nipples, or the neatly trimmed tuft of blond hair between her legs. She continued to look directly into Yvette’s eyes, not in defiance but in anticipation, a flush now covering her cheeks, neck, and chest.

Yvette stared back and nodded. “Better,” she said. “Now come with me, Erin, there are some more things I need to show you today.”

Erin followed Yvette to the bed, dressed in nothing but sandals and the leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles.

“Stand here and face that wall,” said Yvette. Erin stood at one long edge of the bed with her knees against the mattress and her soft, naked backside towards her husband. Yvette went around to the opposite side. She reached under the bed and pulled out a length of thick, black rope with a carabiner at the end. She tossed the carabiner across the bed to Erin.

“Put this through the loops on the cuffs around your wrists,” she ordered. Charlie watched in fascination as Erin did as she was told. Her hands were now bound together at the wrist, attached to the length of rope.

“Erin,” Yvette said, “I want you to keep your feet planted on that side of the bed. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mistress,” Erin promptly replied.

Yvette nodded, then pulled firmly on the rope, causing Erin to bend at the waist over the bed, her feet still planted on the floor. Charlie’s heart leapt into his throat. The motion caused her to thrust her backside into the air, exposing her Pussy and Ass. Charlie stared at his Wife‘s velvety labia and puckered, pink asshole. He’d seen her naked a hundred times, but never so wanton and vulgar and exposed.