MILF Mistresses Have Many Slaves To Pass the Time

As a MILF Mistress, I’ve had many lovers in my time. Most were years younger than I. Some were just playthings. A summer fling here and one night stand there. Sometimes I bring one home to share a ménage a trois with us. I don’t do it very often, so my husband loves it when I do. I am a professional woman who is in a field that is dominated (no pun intended!) by men, so I’m around young men all the time.

I go to business conferences with them, lead meetings with them and have the two martini lunch with them. They have never complained that I flirt with them too much and I can honestly say I’ve never had one turn down an offer to share my bed. I believe that we are meant to live life to the fullest and that is what I do.

Between my job and being a Mistress, I’m often very busy. I have to sometimes combine business with pleasure in order to fit it all in. An example of this is hooking up with a BDSM community during a business conference in whatever large city I happen to be in. I always bring the hubby along when I do this so we both can have some fun and I can show him off as my number one slave.

The Life of a MILF Mistress

During one such outing in San Diego last year, we met another young slave who was gorgeous. He was about twenty and just starting out in life. My kind of guy, right? From the moment I met him, I knew I must acquire him in some form or fashion. I spoke to his Mistress who, while reluctant to lose him, was willing to negotiate with me. I then spoke to him and told him that I would set his new life up quite comfortably if he would be willing to relocate and be my slave.

After outlining a plan of what I would do for him, he could not refuse. I was so thrilled to have such a stunning slave at my beck and call. My husband was jealous at first, but I knew that he would likely get over it when he experienced my newly acquired slave in bed. As it turns out, they were the best of friends and soon to be lovers by the time they got off the plane at home. They flew coach, you see, while I flew first class. I would never allow my slaves to sit with me in first class. Slaves, even ones that are technically husbands, must always know their place!

This is how my life is lived. I go on a business trip and bring back another slave along with new business objectives and stolen hand milled hotel bath soap. My handsome new slave is set to be my number two and is settling into the day job I’ve gotten for him too. As I predicted, he is a fantastic lover to both me and my hubby, who practically falls all over himself at the sight of our new addition. If this situation works out I might have to divorce. We’ll see.