Sex Talk Saturday: The Mistress and the Fool (Fiction)

A tarot playing card showing the fool, a brightly dressed young man with a pack over one shoulder and a flower in the other hand. He approaches a precipice with sea waves below, with a white dog happily leaping at his feet.

She introduced herself as Calahan, and no one knew her first name. Her most striking feature was a no nonsense buzz-cut. She had dark skin, maybe part Indian, and was tall, with a muscular build. She wasn’t trying to disguise her gender in any way, but her clothing, haircut, and general presentation was completely masculine. She was an officer in the army, and when she needed some time off base to unwind, she went to his pub to play pool. At least, he thought of it as his pub. He didn’t own it, or even work there. It was just two buildings down from his flat, so he was there most nights.

After a lost bet that had him washing her car with his own shirt, he started calling her Mistress, and she didn’t seem to mind. She even barked orders at him occasionally, as casually as if he were one of her new recruits.

When someone at the office sold him a couple of tickets to a charity ball, he turned up at the pub that night, and took her hand with a bow and a flourish. “Mistress, I beg you will do me the honour of allowing me to escort you to the Memorial Hospital Masquerade Ball.”

She smirked at him. “Beg harder.”

So he did – falling to his knees and hamming it up until she couldn’t stop laughing.

When he saw her that night, he was stunned. He’d never seen her in a dress before, but she’d gone all out – a gold floor-length number that was strapless, backless, clingy, and with a slit up to oh-god-yes. He could even see a hint of a garter strap. She wore a matching half mask, with a few feathers attached.

Gus ogled her openly, and she twirled to show off. “You like it?” she asked, in the tone of a lady who already knew the answer.

“Holy shit, Woman. You look like gold-plated sex.” Gus answered. He was dressed as a Tarot Fool, and he certainly felt the fool next to her.

“Oh? What happened to ‘Mistress’?” she asked.

“I humbly beg forgiveness, Mistress. May your Fool escort you to your carriage?”


The dance passed in a blur. Calahan seemed to know everyone, so Gus wasn’t able to keep her to himself. But whenever he was favoured with a dance, she gave him her complete attention. When the dance style permitted, he indulged in a bit of grinding. He wanted her to know exactly how much she turned him on, even if she slapped him for it. Instead, she leaned close, bit his ear, and whispered, “Not here.”

When the dancing ended, and the Master of Ceremonies went to the mike to start announcing the winners of the various silent auctions, Calahan took his hand. “Let’s get some fresh air,” she said.

Gus wasn’t about to disagree. The pair went outside, doing their best to dodge the inevitable group of smokers near the door, and walked along the quiet downtown streets.

Without warning, Calahan took him in her arms, dipped him low, and gave him the most unforgettable kiss of his life. Was it embarrassing to be so completely dominated by a woman in a public place? Maybe. Was it worth it? Oh hell, yes! Gus clung to her, and kissed her back with every bit of passion he could muster. She finally pulled him up to his feet again, and squeezed his ass. “A promise for later,” she said with a smirk.

Gus pushed her up against the wall. “Fuck ‘later’,” he growled, and this time, he was in control of the kiss, and she was the one in the role of the submissive. If he’d been able to think at all, he might have been surprised that she responded so eagerly, but the closest thing in his mind to a conscious thought was that he had to have her, here and now.

He reached down to pull aside her dress, its scandalous slit giving him easy access, and discovered that she wasn’t wearing panties. He slid a pair of fingers inside, making a come here motion against her G-spot, while his thumb pressed down hard on her clit. She screamed into his mouth, and he kept it up, forcing her to come, again and again, until he finally had mercy on her, taking his fingers out of her pussy and pushing them into her mouth. She sucked on them hungrily and looked into his eyes with a dazed expression.

“Fuck me, please Gus,” she pleaded, when she was finally able to speak. “Stop teasing me.”

He ran a finger down her cheek, and then used it to trace her swollen lips. With a grin on his face, he couldn’t resist answering, “Beg harder.”

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Silverdrop and SilverHubby are a middle aged married opposite-sex couple living in the UK. Silverdrop is gender-queer and SilverHubby is pansexual. We use this blog to talk about our sex lives (especially our fanaticism about anal and pegging), share erotic photos, and offer sex toy reviews. Our [sex isn't always great], mostly because of our health problems, but we always write honestly about it. Our kinks include BDSM, gender-play, pegging, roleplay, fantasy, and lots and lots of anal.