The Limo Driver

As far as Juan was concerned, driving for that family was the least he could do. While his actual name was only known to the husband of the ravenously beautiful lady he was driving back to the spa, he had learned to adjust to his company name. The nature of his actual job was far from driving limos. If anything, her girlfriends had run into some of his work and were now also quite grateful creatures. So were their boyfriends and husbands.

Juan was the kind of person that was coded as an instructor. He taught men how to level up their skills in the bedroom. While his strategies were classical in origin, he rarely got his hands on the client or their ladies. Things were very subtle and very coded. In the end, there was not actual job classification for what he did and getting conservative tax folks to examine closely would prove rather embarrassing for many.

Juan however had learned many a wonderful things at the hands of his employers. He had two of those. The one who’s wife was in the back of the limo, and the one who supplied him plenty of referrals. Those two bosses worked together. They kept their personal lives separate from their professional lives.

Juan’s marriage had been saved many years ago, and that made it all the harder for him to accept any form of payment for his services. Driving around a group of women who were all super sweet was a bonus. Driving around this celestially beautiful creature of a lady, well that was icing on the cake. She was kind to him. Treated him like family. She never inquired about his name not matching his appearance. She never questioned his services and loyalty.

Boss had said she would try to make a few scheduling adjustments and had been spot on about those adjustments. The timing of rushing from the spa to the house to get the boxes were very spot on. Boss knew his lady exceptionally well. In fact, his dream was to learn to understand his lady just as well as his employers understood theirs.

Unlike most of his clients, Juan was at a loss to explain why it was that Boss had issues with his lady submitting to him. The man had treated her like platinum covered gold covered diamond. She was head strong for sure, but that had never stopped Boss from getting stronger minded women to do his will. He was never abusive, always smooth, always attentive, always caring, always a gentleman. But his wife, man was she hot, was a thorn in his side.

While he checked traffic in his mirrors as he headed back to the spa, something was a bit different today. Boss Lady was a lot pensive. Maybe the plans Boss had in mind was finally working. He was finally getting his lady to trust him. That was was the most critical component of a successful relationship that dabbled in BDSM play. Trust had to be rock solid. Completely rock solid.

Boss had done all the work necessary to get the trust built, however his leading lady was not wanting to be led. They were a great social team. They were a great source of positive influence in the community. They did marvelous things to uplift surrounding communities. However, she just did not like to submit.

The work Juan had done in his love life had proved most miraculous under the tutelage of Boss. In fact, the play room they affectionately called the Blue Lagoon was built and set up by Boss. In that room, they had all the toys one can imagine to make a person blush. All the accessories to instill maximal pleasure. Juan had learned to used the various tools thanks to Boss. And now, Juan was teaching others how to play the same game with the greatest of discretion.

Juan was the last of three people who even know that Boss had a special room. In fact, before this birthday gig came up, Juan had suggested Boss try out a few of the finer details of his arrangements with a live test subject. He had found the perfect client who would keep very quiet and not disclose anything.

Luck would have it, Bonita was one of Boss Lady’s girlfriends. Obviously, this was a coded name, for privacy purposes… but Boss figured it out instantly and never showed an ounce of recognition. The man was rock solid good at keeping a professional face. Sure, Bonita had blushed immensely, as she was a relative rookie at this BDSM life. The whole test was not to turn her own and show her a great time, but to make sure the dimensions of the various toys fit. She was nearly identical in figure as Boss Lady.

While Bonita had been in the various contraptions and gave amazing feedback to adjust all the minute details for maximal comfort, she had brought up a very good point. Boss Lady would not go for this level of sophisticated play. Something about her past made her extremely wary of contraptions that limited her freedom in any way possible.

This could explain why she gave her man so much grief about dressing up the way he fancied his lady to dress. She really gave him a hard time about any initiative that he wanted in their lives. She even insisted he say “yes, my perfect dear” to all her ideas of things he should do. That ranged from dishes to tampon purchases. Not that she got the satisfaction of hearing that often.