I returned to the living room and opened one of the large windows to allow the sound of the heavily falling rain to come into the house so that it cou...d both sooth and excite the two of us. I walked over the couch where I left Seyla and found her laying across the length of the couch. I lay down on top of her, facing her so that we could kiss. “This is the perfect day,” she said. “The rain is pouring down and the house is just warm enough and cozy. You know how this gets me.” “Yes, I do,” I. She explained that she had been a Mistress for many years, that she had a House there but lived in a city a couple hours north. She asked if I would be interested in learning the lifestyle, she explained that it would teach me a lot about women and what they like and how to please them. She told me that she had been watching me for several weeks and felt that I would make a good Dominant, she liked the way I protected the girls at the club and never pressured them and treated the with respect.. I did ask her but all got from her was, “It’s part of the storyline.” Then there was the change in Trish’s demeanour. I noticed her becoming more flirtatious; returning smiles from other men, that sort of thing. She had also started to wear skirts and dresses with a shorter hemline. It was all unsettling for me. I knew that other men had gone through similar phases. One writer had written that it was like being caught up in a vortex. I too was spinning out of control and getting caught up. And I’m yelling out: ‘fuck me harder, yes, make me cum, Ms. Carter – make me come for you ... I want to come for you, oh! yes, I want that more than anything!’You take my erect nipple between your first and second fingers and press hard, and I give a desperate cry as this painful but erotic stimulus mingles with the burning fire deep inside my vagina, the spasms of electric tension from my pummelled pussy lips, and the nearly-exploding bomb of my clitoris. You knew it would be the final.