A forlorn hope?

11th November 2026 - 9:38 | London, Romford

Sometimes I dream of a relationship with a domme, living the sub life, being used and enjoyed by her.

Of all my fantasies in this world,one floats higher than the others.

I'm naked apart from an apron, making food for her, it's something she makes me do for her pleasure.
The doorbell goes and she answers it bringing in her friend. She tells me to carry on as they both sit, the bell goes again and she comes back with another friend.

And I serve them food and drinks, naked but for the apron as they touch me as I pass, caressing my hardness until she tells me to go the bedroom and lay naked on the bed

So I lay there, stroking myself as I hear them laughing and talking in the hallway.
They come in, and tie me to the bed, and for the next few hours they use me, straddling my face, riding my cock bending me over and taking me in turn with strapons as I go down on them one by one.

I dream of it a lot, the ultimate fantasy, but I'm 55 in a sexless marriage and fear that fantasy is all I'll ever have.

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