It All Comes Out In The Wash

Amelia sat in the plush booth of an exclusive steakhouse, a glass of deep red cradled in her fingers. She was sitting with her new fling. She didn't really go for older men, preferring the malleability of younger partners, but his name had popped up on the exclusive app that she occasionally used when she needed a specific kind of entertainment. It was an app designed for people of certain tastes, a digital VIP room for the truly decadent, and she was, without question, one of those people. The profile for this guy, 'Mark', was intriguing. It said he was fifty, a builder, unmarried, bisexual, dominant with men but could be submissive with the right lady. She saw his naked pictures. He put many a younger man to shame; he was solid, a masterpiece of mature masculinity from the top of his salt-and-pepper hair all the way down to the formidable ten-inch cock that seemed to defy gravity.

He wasn't much of a talker, grunting his answers to her questions, but she didn't mind that. She wasn't here for conversation. She wanted his cock in her, and she wanted to see what he looked like tied to the custom-built St. Andrew's cross she had installed in her flat's playroom. She watched him devour his rare steak, his jaw working methodically, and she thought, "That's it, boy, eat it up. You're going to need all that energy tonight."

Her mind drifted, as it so often did these days, to Jonathan. He was waiting for them in her special flat, the one not even listed in her name. He would be kneeling by the front door, his forehead pressed to the cold floor, waiting for his owner to come home and play with him. She had left specific instructions: a ball gag, arse in the air to display fresh caning marks on his buttocks, and a plug inserted, ready for whatever amusement she and her new partner might devise. The thought sent a thrill of power through her, a warm, pleasant hum that was better than any wine.

She smiled, picking up her glass. Life was good. Better than good. It was fucking amazing. She had the company, the money, the absolute power over a man who had once been her superior. And now, she had this new piece of muscle to play with, a fresh, strong body to break and use. She was a queen, and the world was finally bending to her will, just like she always knew it would. She took a sip of wine, her eyes meeting Mark's across the table, and promised him the kind of night he wouldn't forget, one way or another.