I am the maid Sophie, leading the way of life 24/7 BDSM Femdom. At the moment I am 31 years old. My wife feminized me, and now she is my mistress. Sorry for my bad english.
My name was John. When I was 24, I started a delivery business in London. Things prospered, I led a dissolute life, I went to strip clubs, casinos, cafes, restaurants.
Once in one of the clubs, a stripper, after another dance, said that in the evening there will be a closed BDSM party and for regular customers admission is free. At that time, I amused myself with light, vanilla BDSM with prostitutes. The topic intrigued me and in the evening, at the appointed time, I came to the club. At the entrance to the basement they issued carnival masks so that those present could remain anonymous. On the edge of the large room there were sofas for guests, and in the center some guy took turns whipping two women with whips. The show did not make much of an impression on me. An attractive waitress approached me with a drink. Blonde with long hair, above average height, oval, slightly elongated face, green eyes, athletic build, ass and tits elastic. I invited her to sit down, but she said that she would be at work and would be free only in an hour. Waiting until the end of the working day, we went to a night cafe, sat down at a table and ordered coffee. She told about herself that her name was Sarah, she was 27 years old, although apparently I didn’t notice a difference of three years, rather, on the contrary, I thought she was younger than me. She worked as a bartender in a club and worked as a waitress at private parties. We started dating and I did not notice how I fell in love. I admired her energy, warmth, sexuality and sense of humor. During the day, I had affairs so I saw her only in the evenings and nights, and even then she was at work. At BDSM parties we have seen a lot and we are interested in the topic. On weekends, we gathered in a small London apartment and tried to repeat something we had seen at parties. A year later, we got married and bought a huge two-story estate outside the city.
I met Sarah's mom, who worked as a partner in a large law firm. Julia, was a serious woman of 45 years old, with a strong-willed, heavy look, blue eyes, dark, short-haired hair, above average height and dense build, but not fat. Julia strictly adhered to conservative English views. A little later, I learned from Sarah that it was her mother who helped her get working waitress into closed BDSM parties. After all, it was well paid there, plus a solid tip from, a wealthy public. In her youth, Julia worked as a BDSM Mistress in clubs and salons, while she studied law. Therefore, it was not difficult for her to arrange her daughter.
Sarah quit her job to see us more often. We went in for sports in a fitness club and went to private BDSM parties. The basement in our house was converted for BDSM games. There she was like a wild tigress, domineering and strong-willed, and sometimes submissive and pliable. Every time we changed roles. The games were light and vanilla. We watched KINK and tried to repeat the same thing. Although I was already married, but I could not get rid of the old entertainment. At work, I sometimes fucked my secretary Jane. At parties, Sarah met other ladies who, in their families, lead the BDSM lifestyle. While I was at work, she was engaged in household chores, and by half the day she was inviting her friends to the house for tea and small talk.
Once we were invited to a Halloween party. My wife ordered the costumes of the witch and the vampire. In the evening I returned from work and we had a wild sex. An hour later on the threshold stood the courier with the package. We took the box with clothes and decided to take another look in bed. Sex was sensual and tender. After, I decently drank alcohol. It was time to gather for the neighbors for the holiday. When we opened the boxes, we found that instead of a vampire costume, there was a maid uniform. Apparently wrong delivery, we decided. Sarah called the store, but it was already closed. Then she put on a witch costume and suggested that I wear a maid costume. I began to resent and say that she was crazy. A scandal broke out. Before the party left half an hour. I quickly phoned the shops, but many were already closed in honor of the holiday, while in others everything was already taken down. I wanted to go like that, but Sarah said that they just wouldn't let me through. It would be better not to go anywhere than to disgrace in this form, I said. In the end, my wife convinced me to wear a maid costume. She promised that she would make me so sad that no one would even recognize me, especially since I was thin, but athletic and in a high voice. For half an hour, Sarah did the impossible and when I looked in the mirror, I didn’t recognize myself, of course I looked ridiculous, and I felt the same way. Sarah, looking at me, smiled and said it was fun! We left the house and went to the neighbors. Houses in that place are rarely located. We were met by the hostess of the house, Debra, a friend of my wife, with whom they met at the BDSM party and immediately found common interests, trips to the themed clubs, fitness classes, and conversations in a cafe. Debra, a girl with white, long hair, thirty years of medium height, she is the owner of a network of the best beauty salons in London. The party went quickly and unnoticed, despite the fact that I was a little nervous. There, I drank a few more glasses of wine and calmed down. The mansion was full of people in suits, my wife's friends, my friends from work, neighbors, and many others, fortunately Sarah was right, no one recognized me.
My name was John. When I was 24, I started a delivery business in London. Things prospered, I led a dissolute life, I went to strip clubs, casinos, cafes, restaurants.
Once in one of the clubs, a stripper, after another dance, said that in the evening there will be a closed BDSM party and for regular customers admission is free. At that time, I amused myself with light, vanilla BDSM with prostitutes. The topic intrigued me and in the evening, at the appointed time, I came to the club. At the entrance to the basement they issued carnival masks so that those present could remain anonymous. On the edge of the large room there were sofas for guests, and in the center some guy took turns whipping two women with whips. The show did not make much of an impression on me. An attractive waitress approached me with a drink. Blonde with long hair, above average height, oval, slightly elongated face, green eyes, athletic build, ass and tits elastic. I invited her to sit down, but she said that she would be at work and would be free only in an hour. Waiting until the end of the working day, we went to a night cafe, sat down at a table and ordered coffee. She told about herself that her name was Sarah, she was 27 years old, although apparently I didn’t notice a difference of three years, rather, on the contrary, I thought she was younger than me. She worked as a bartender in a club and worked as a waitress at private parties. We started dating and I did not notice how I fell in love. I admired her energy, warmth, sexuality and sense of humor. During the day, I had affairs so I saw her only in the evenings and nights, and even then she was at work. At BDSM parties we have seen a lot and we are interested in the topic. On weekends, we gathered in a small London apartment and tried to repeat something we had seen at parties. A year later, we got married and bought a huge two-story estate outside the city.
I met Sarah's mom, who worked as a partner in a large law firm. Julia, was a serious woman of 45 years old, with a strong-willed, heavy look, blue eyes, dark, short-haired hair, above average height and dense build, but not fat. Julia strictly adhered to conservative English views. A little later, I learned from Sarah that it was her mother who helped her get working waitress into closed BDSM parties. After all, it was well paid there, plus a solid tip from, a wealthy public. In her youth, Julia worked as a BDSM Mistress in clubs and salons, while she studied law. Therefore, it was not difficult for her to arrange her daughter.
Sarah quit her job to see us more often. We went in for sports in a fitness club and went to private BDSM parties. The basement in our house was converted for BDSM games. There she was like a wild tigress, domineering and strong-willed, and sometimes submissive and pliable. Every time we changed roles. The games were light and vanilla. We watched KINK and tried to repeat the same thing. Although I was already married, but I could not get rid of the old entertainment. At work, I sometimes fucked my secretary Jane. At parties, Sarah met other ladies who, in their families, lead the BDSM lifestyle. While I was at work, she was engaged in household chores, and by half the day she was inviting her friends to the house for tea and small talk.
Once we were invited to a Halloween party. My wife ordered the costumes of the witch and the vampire. In the evening I returned from work and we had a wild sex. An hour later on the threshold stood the courier with the package. We took the box with clothes and decided to take another look in bed. Sex was sensual and tender. After, I decently drank alcohol. It was time to gather for the neighbors for the holiday. When we opened the boxes, we found that instead of a vampire costume, there was a maid uniform. Apparently wrong delivery, we decided. Sarah called the store, but it was already closed. Then she put on a witch costume and suggested that I wear a maid costume. I began to resent and say that she was crazy. A scandal broke out. Before the party left half an hour. I quickly phoned the shops, but many were already closed in honor of the holiday, while in others everything was already taken down. I wanted to go like that, but Sarah said that they just wouldn't let me through. It would be better not to go anywhere than to disgrace in this form, I said. In the end, my wife convinced me to wear a maid costume. She promised that she would make me so sad that no one would even recognize me, especially since I was thin, but athletic and in a high voice. For half an hour, Sarah did the impossible and when I looked in the mirror, I didn’t recognize myself, of course I looked ridiculous, and I felt the same way. Sarah, looking at me, smiled and said it was fun! We left the house and went to the neighbors. Houses in that place are rarely located. We were met by the hostess of the house, Debra, a friend of my wife, with whom they met at the BDSM party and immediately found common interests, trips to the themed clubs, fitness classes, and conversations in a cafe. Debra, a girl with white, long hair, thirty years of medium height, she is the owner of a network of the best beauty salons in London. The party went quickly and unnoticed, despite the fact that I was a little nervous. There, I drank a few more glasses of wine and calmed down. The mansion was full of people in suits, my wife's friends, my friends from work, neighbors, and many others, fortunately Sarah was right, no one recognized me.