A few stays at the mansion found Mr. Moneybags away on business trips overseas, and therefore Mrs. Moneybags having me all to herself for the weekend. We took advantage of this extended time spent together to experiment and play out some of her fantasies – as well as enjoy some private social time together.

One weekend I played the part of her sex slave. I stripped down completely naked and was chained by my neck, locked so I could not remove it, to her bedpost from Friday evening until Sunday morning when I packed up and left for home – only being unchained when she would lead me on my hands and knees crawling to the ensuite washroom in her bedroom to relieve myself. Otherwise, with around ten feet of chain and my dog collar limiting my movements, I waited in her bedroom to show up throughout the day as she desired instant sex. Which was a lot, and more than I could physically keep up with. Her sex drive like many weekends was incredible to witness and experience as she fucked me dry and limp.

Often she and I would dress up in the evening and go out for dinner dates far away from her known establishments where she would be unknown and not recognized, so that we could express some intimacy in public and she could show off being seen with such a young conquest. While our obvious age difference would have normally suggested that I was perhaps her son, her more than revealing manner of dress, such as a low-cut or off-shoulder dress displaying her ample cleavage went a long way to negate any indication of a mother-son paring – and conveyed a more sensual and perverted twist to our relationship, which no doubt left some observers wondering what exactly was the true nature between us.

The most enjoyable experience I had with Mrs. Moneybags was when I took her out one night to the goth alternative club where Mistress R and the rest of us held court. She was intrigued to see first-hand the fetish scene world in which Mistress R and I called home, to see me behave in my natural element as well as see first-hand how other couples expressed their perverted selves in a public domain.

Obviously she was concerned, rightfully so, that she would be recognised by the more artistic souls in our community, some who no doubt had been to her gallery and art shows – but with the assistance and encouragement of Mistress R, we costumed her up enough to hide her identity.

We took her over to Mistress R’s studio so we could go to work transforming her. I dressed her up in a long lace, see-though dress borrowed from Mistress R’s wardrobe, under which she wore some latex stockings and latex underwear which we had bought for her earlier in the day. I wanted to see if I could push her comfort boundaries as well as let her simply let loose, so I convinced her to expose her buxom tits and go topless with nothing but electrical tape X’s stuck over her nipples and the shroud of the lace cascading over her bust. I loaned her my corset to help accent her figure and draw even more attention to her 36Ds.

I then sat her down and began to make up her face. I could tell from her breathing as I worked on her, that she was both uncertain of herself as well as aroused and excited by the unknown environment for our evening. Using old black and white movie vamps from the 1920’s as inspiration, I pinned up and back her steel grey wavy hair before I began to cake her face porcelain white with powder make-up. Mistress R then took over and applied some eyeliner and gave her a gothic Egyptian cleopatra look around her eyes, before then giving her some black lipstick on her lips. To finish it all off, I then lowered my black bobbed wig on her, before adjusting it slightly and then handing her a mirror. We did a great job hiding both her identity as well as her age, and her immediate reaction was a surprised, yet sensual, “oh my!”

However we wouldn’t let her look at herself in a full-length mirror, as we wanted to put in her head some mystery how she may have perceived she appeared. We told her, rather, let the looks you get around you, give you an idea how you look. We also did not want her to have regrets with her appearance and back out if she knew how exposed her body was from her normal comfort level. Secretly I wanted to show her off, as she did have a great body for an older woman. As Mistress R later expressed to me, ‘this is something she needs to do for her own sexual confidence sake’.

The three of us then piled into Mistress R’s Mercedes and made our way out to the club. Much what happened there I have forgotten from our mutual drunken stupor, except as soon as we arrived and she settled into her new surroundings, both of us found us aroused and physically drawn and close together all night, holding hands, dancing, arms around each other, and kissing when opportunity presented itself. I wanted her, badly.

We decided to leave an hour before closing, so we could get Mistress R’s limousine drop us off at the mansion before returning to retrieve Mistress R at the end of the night. Heading through downtown, we found ourselves passing by her art gallery – so impulsively I told Mistress R’s chauffer M to pull over and stop in front of it.

‘What are we doing here?’ she turned surprised, asking me. ‘We – are going to fuck – right now – right here – in the car – in front of your place’. She then cast a glance over at M in the driver’s seat, wondering about him and our privacy. I brushed him off, replying loud enough for M to overhear me, ‘M and I have been intimate, so everything he sees or hears here, stays here – I can fuck in front of him, and so can you.’ Later I did wonder if she was thinking M would be joining us as well, but even if he did, there was just not enough room in the back of the car for a third participant.

I positioned her around on the back seat so she was facing out sideways and looking through the smoked glass windows of the car at her art gallery, and took her from behind. While I fucked her, I held her head firm with both of my hands, forcing her to stare at her gallery across from our view. I whispered in her ear, ‘now whenever you look out of your gallery window, you’re going to think back to this time we fucked right here’. Both of us were absolutely horny and it only took a few minutes before we both came. I am sure anyone walking by the car, while not able to see inside, would have heard her loud moans as she orgasmed.

As soon as our breathing calmed down and we recollected ourselves, M then drove off to take us back the mansion.

We continued driving through downtown with the bright lights and glare of the night city flashing all around us. I then moved myself so I could lift up her legs, spread her, and eat her soaking pussy all the while Mrs. Moneybags could watch the familiar world around her pass by unaware to those around us as she soon came again.