Recently, I signed up at a local fitness club. Little did I know I was going to get the erotic workout of my life!
I started going there almost daily, hitting the elliptical for 25
minutes and then the treadmill for another 15. All of that cardio was giving me a lot more energy, and I loved being around so many other fitness-minded people. I was flirted with by the other patrons, but I didn’t flirt back much. I was there to sweat, not to get laid.
The cardio was great, but I decided I needed a more substantial workout. So I went to the area of the club that intimidates almost all humans: the free-weights area. This is where the hulking, muscle-head men go to bulk up their bodies. I looked around and quickly realized that I was going to need help. Not only with how to lift with correct form, but to get the big weights off of the bars so that I could replace them with smaller ones for me to lift. I went to the customer service desk to ask for assistance. Luckily, they had someone available.
“Hi!” said a rather high-pitched voice. I expected to see someone about my size, but I turned around to see a very large bald man with piercing blue eyes smiling down at me. “I hear you to want lift some weights today?” Now, I am not usually intimidated by anyone, especially men. But oh Lord, there was something stirringly sexy about this guy. He wore the logo-clad black polo shirt and black pants that are the club uniform, but the shirt seemed to be stretched to its limit. I could tell he was ripped under all of those clothes. He was about 6’4” or so, at least 300 lbs., and he said, “My name is Michael. Are you ready?” I cleared my throat, “Um, yes?”
I followed him to the free-weight area. Wow, nice ass. I like asses. Michael was very knowledgeable, and quickly took me through several exercises, showing me correct form and how to increase the weight when it gets too easy. Occasionally one of the other lifters would ask him to help, calling out “Yo! Big man, can I get you to help me right quick?” I was wishing I’d put on a little makeup that day. But I was there to workout, not to pick up dudes; a fact I had to remind myself whenever I felt and smelled Michael’s large body so close to me.
After an hour on the weights, I was dripping with sweat and totally spent. I’d learned he’d worked in the fitness industry for 15 years, he was 35, single, and lived close by. He promised he’d be there to help me whenever I needed it and he wasn’t already busy with a client.
I went to the locker room and changed into my swimsuit. After rinsing off in the shower I saw that there was a lap lane open in the pool, so I swam some laps. Then I went to my very favorite areas of the club, the dry sauna. It’s taken me a few weeks, but I’ve built up to sitting in the 180 degree heat for about 18 minutes at a time. My skin has never looked better or felt softer! After that I took a shower & got dressed.
Michael was standing at the front desk with several other employees and patrons, chatting and laughing (I hope not at me!). “That was a great workout, Michael. Thanks again.” “Anytime, sweetheart.” Wow, sweetheart? Interesting.
I went home and checked emails, answering some and marking others for later viewing. After vegging out and watching TV for a couple of hours, I got the munchies. I went to the grocery store, which happens to be right next to the gym, and picked up some celery and cheese to nibble on. I wondered if the gym was still open, so I drove by. Most of the lights were off but I could see a person still inside. I pulled up a little closer and noticed it was Michael. He looked up and I smiled and waved. He got a broad grin and waved back. He motioned for me to roll down my window as he came outside. “What, are you already back for more punishment? I didn’t give you enough earlier??” “Oh gosh no, just getting some late night munchies. Are you the only one here?” “Yeah, I am the lucky guy who gets to close up shop once a week, and this is my night. Wanna come in and see what it’s like when there’s no one here?” “Yeah!”I parked and he opened the door for me.
Normally buzzing with activity, it was eerily quiet inside. The music had been turned off, the machines were all silent, and the only movements were the ceiling fans silently spinning. “Wow, it’s so still!” “Yeah, I like it when it’s quiet like this. I can finish up my paperwork without any interruptions. Ha, don’t tell anyone, but I like to hit the hot tub sometimes before I leave too. It’s nice to have it all to myself and I can stretch out. Plus it’s all dark so no one can see me. Actually, I’m almost finished now. Want to take a dip in the hot tub with me?” “I don’t have my suit with me.” “I’m game if you are,” he replied with a wink. If I were a man I would have had an instant boner. “Ok,” I said with a smile.
We went into the men’s locker room. Michael walked over to one of the lockers and took out two towels and handed one to me. He turned around and took his clothes off as I finished disrobing and put the towel around me. “Let’s go.”
The bubbles in the hot tub had been turned off, but it was still nice and hot in there. There were a few lights still on, but it was very dark. We climbed out of our towels and in to the hot water. “Aahhhhh, this feels so good, especially after you worked me so hard today.” I looked over at his dimpled chin, bushy eyebrows and adorable smile. “How is it that you are single?” He took a deep breath. “I haven’t had the best of luck with relationships. My first real girlfriend broke my heart by moving away. She’d been offered an amazing job in another state and we’d only been seeing each other a few months. It took me a while to get over her. My next girlfriend, who later became my wife, cheated on me with my best friend. Now they and my daughter live in Oregon. After that, I just kept myself busy with work and school, and really didn’t date. Now I’ve been single for about 5 years.” I could relate, as I’d been single about that long too. “I do miss the touch of a woman though…” I reached out my hand to touch his arm and said, “You know, I happen to be a woman…..” “Yes you are, and a beautiful one at that.” I put my hand on his face, stroked it gently, and kissed his lips lightly. He responded, pulling me to his massive chest and deepening the kiss, and I could feel his excitement growing against my leg. “You have the most beautiful breasts,” he said between kisses. He reached out and gave them a squeeze. “Oh damn those are totally real, aren’t they? I thought for sure that they were fake, no offense.” "None taken honey!" I reached down to feel his two boys. “Are these real?” I jokingly asked. My hands roamed over his washboard abs. The poor guy obviously hadn’t been touched in a long time, as he was putty in my hands. I could feel his hardness under the water, so I dove down and put my mouth on him. I could feel him grabbing my shoulders. I surfaced with a smile. He firmly took me by the waist, placing me on his lap. I arched my back to give him access to the ladies. I felt his mouth close over one of my hard nubs and shuddered as he suckled. “Oh baby, that feels so good,”I cried. I held his head close as he worked my nipple with his teeth and tongue.“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he asked. “Oh fuck I hope so,” I breathed. “Are you on the pill?” “Yes.” And with that he plunged into me and came almost immediately. “Oh shit! I’m so sorry!” he exclaimed. “Don’t be honey, you needed that didn’t you?” “More than you know.”
We basked in the glow for a while before getting out and toweling off. I took a quick shower to rinse off while he secured the hot tub area. When he came back into the locker room I was laying naked on one of the benches. “You know, turnabout is fair play,” I purred as I sat up and spread my legs. He knelt down in front of me and gently began kissing my juicy cunt. He was such a tease with his technique, licking my clit for a bit and then darting his tongue deep between my pussy lips, before lightly sucking and doing it all over again. Finally he concentrated his efforts on my clit, massaging it with just enough pressure. I came hard. When he looked up at me his face was glistening with my come. He kissed me with my wetness on his lips, letting our juices intermingle. He stood up, took me by the hand to help me up, and walked me to the shower.
Under the steamy stream of the hot water, he bathed me. Producing another towel, he wet it with soap and water and gently scrubbed my body down. When he was finished I was tingling, and my pussy was throbbing to be fucked. I put my hands against a wall, poked my ass out and said, “Think you can handle this?” He took my hips, found my wet pussy crack with his cock and buried it deep into me. He began to stroke rhythmically, fucking me, and I felt goose bumps on my skin from the erotic sensations I was feeling. He hugged me tighter, curving his body over my back, and I could feel his member growing inside me as he got closer and closer to his climax. As he gripped me and fucked me from behind he rubbed my clit with his fingers. As he rubbed madly, I felt myself starting to come I exclaimed, “I’m going to come babeeeee!” He had no trouble following suit.
We rinsed off, toweled off, and got dressed. We walked out to the gym area.
“Michael?” “Yes?” “I think I need to take you on one of these weight benches before I go. That okay with you?” I reached into his pants found that he was hard again (or still?). “Gimme,” I said, and helped him pull his pants down so I could suck on his much-neglected cock. I love to suck cock, as many of you can attest to. I began with his boys, licking and sucking them until they were soaked with my sweet saliva. He was nice and shaved, and he moaned with ecstasy as my slippery tongue glided over his soft sack. As I did this I rubbed his cock, making him curse softly under his breath. I looked up at him
while sucking, making him twitch as he watched. I licked up and down the length of his shaft, and he watched me in fascination. I swirled the head of his cock with my tongue before taking him into my mouth. I heard him inhale sharply, and stopped for a moment as I didn’t want him to come right away. I wanted him to enjoy this for a while.
I continued to play lightly, licking up and down, occasionally swiping my tongue down to his balls, until finally I took him fully into my mouth. I took as much of him as I could, and I knew that whether I liked it or not he was going to come pretty quickly. I sucked and stroked and as he exclaimed, “OH FUCK!” I pointed the tip of his cock at my neck so he could give me a pearl necklace. He shot his warm, sticky load onto my neck and chest, head thrashing side to side as he spewed. Then, he lay there exhausted.
He grabbed his duffle bag and took out one of the towels he’d just used. He sweetly cleaned me up, then himself. “So is this part of the training package?” I asked. “Ha, no. Not everyone gets this kind of attention!”
Since then I’ve seen him around, smiling slyly and waving coyly. I have no idea if I’ll ever work out with him again, carnally or otherwise. But at least I have a naughty little secret to think about whenever I go to the gym. In fact, I think it’s time for my workout!
I am working on a new story, and I'll have it out in the next month or two. In the meantime, I was informed that last joke sucked. So here's another one, which is probably worse:
Bill, a 70-year-old, extremely wealthy widower, shows up at the Country Club with a breathtakingly beautiful and very sexy 25-year-old tall, tan and terrific babe who knocks everyone's socks off with her youthful sex appeal and charm and who hangs over Bill's arm and listens intently to his every word. His buddies at the club are all aghast.
At the very first chance, they corner him and ask, “Bil...l, how did you get the trophy girlfriend?”
Bill replies, “Girlfriend? She's my wife!”
They are knocked over, but continue to ask. “So, how did you persuade her to marry you?”
“I lied about my age”, Bill replies.
“What did you tell her, you were only 50?”
Bill smiles and says, “No, I told her I was 90.”
I hope you enjoy reading about my many adventures. Just because I haven't written about any doesn't mean I'm not having them! I'll give you a nice, hot & steamy story soon. But for now, here's a little story about Tom and Earl:
Two buddies, Tom and Earl, were two of the biggest baseball fans in the world. Their entire adult lives, Tom and Earl discussed baseball history in the winter, and they poured over every box score during the season. They went to sixty games a year. They even agreed that whoever died first would try to come back and tell the other if there was baseball in heaven.
One summer night, Tom passed away in his sleep after watching a Mariner's victory earlier in the evening. He died happy. A few nights later, his buddy Earl awoke to the sound of Tom's voice from beyond.
"Tom is that you?" Earl asked.
"Of course it’s me," Tom replied.
"This is unbelievable!" Earl exclaimed. "So tell me, is there baseball in heaven?"
"Well, I have some good news and some bad news for you. Which do you want to hear first?"
"Tell me the good news first."
"Well, the good news is that, yes, there is baseball in heaven, Earl."
"Oh, that is wonderful! So what could possibly be the bad news?"
"You're pitching tomorrow night."
I have a lovely lady friend who has family in Eastern Washington. Her family lives near Omak, and she and her family have been kind enough to invite me out a few times. There is no cell service for about the last 50 miles into this little tiny town, so if I needed to use it I had to drive for about an hour on graveled and twisted country roads. The folks out there are so nice, they will happily pull over to the side of the unpaved road if they are driving their tractor too slowly - and even give you a friendly wave as you pass by! There is no rumble of traffic beginning at 5am in the morning. The house is not spotless. The breezes are warm. I slept SO soundly out there!! Well, until the night of the barn dance....
My girlie friend Hannah and I had spent all day at the local rodeo that afternoon. What a fun, dusty time! After cleaning up back at the house, we had an incredible steak dinner grilled up by her Ma. Then we got in my car to head back down to the barn dance.
I haven't been one to like cowboys or country music or anything like that. But wow, these guys were HOT!! It was a warm night, so many were clad only in tanks, jeans, those hotass cowboy hats (I have a thing for them now), and shit-kickers. A few were missing teeth, but hey so were some of the gals out there. But all had that raw male smell on them of hard work, sunshine, dust & sweat. And the bodies on these blokes; I'm thinking farming does a body good.
Hannah and I made our way to the bar they'd set up & ordered a couple of beers. Just then a couple of tanned and gorgeous boys came up and offered to buy our drinks for us. I love a man with good timing, so we accepted the beers & went to find a place to post up (for those older folks, post up means to stand somewhere near the action, to chat, to see, & to be seen). The one talking mostly to me was taller, leaner, tanned skin with golden wavy hair, and he said his name was Clint. He was the more handsome of the two, and kind of reminded me of Heath Ledger. Hannah's guy was a bit shorter than Clint, but still tall and imposing. His name was Trevor, and while he was not quite as muscular as Clint, he did have an adorable baby face that didn't seem to quite go with his rough exterior. We found both of them to be gentlemen, however. They called us ma'am, which I liked but Hannah didn't. Turns out they were both 28 and married, but the wives were home with the kids. They wanted to hang out with us for the evening, and so we danced and drank. They even bought us tequila shots! But only one because I still had to drive back to the farm. When I turned down the second shot offered because of that fact, Clint suggested we go back to their place & drink there. He had a bottle of rum and a bottle of tequila in the truck & they would stop & get beers & colas at the little (tiny) general store in town (okay it's just a street). Hannah and I got in my car and they got in Trevor's truck and made our way out to their place..
We went in & made ourselves comfortable. I had my iPhone and a little set of portable speakers with me, so I turned on some music. Hannah got comfy in the easy chair in the corner, I sat on a couch, Clint sat next to me and Trevor sat in a recliner. They lit a fire in the fireplace as we chatted and laughed and drank. It became clear that we were quickly losing Hannah. Before long, it was silent in her corner. I put a blanket on her & Trevor turned out a couple of lights. Clint said, "Ahh, mood lighting." I turned to him, grinned my devilish grin and said, "What are you in the mood for, cowboy?" He got up, took me by my waist and kissed me. Oh, he was a delicious kisser, and as many of you know I LOVE to kiss. He pulled me closer to his rock hard chest and reached down to squeeze my ass cheeks. Fuck he was so strong, his hands were like vice grips. I sighed as I kissed him back, loving the feeling of him against me. He started walking me toward the bedroom. Just then Trevor spoke up and said, "Well I guess I'm out of here...." I said, "OH no you don't sweetheart. I think I'd like you to stick around for a bit. Okay?" He sat back down, a stunned look on his face. "Okay." I motioned for him to follow, and he did silently.
Clint laid me down on the bed, cupping my breasts over my tank top. He found my hard, brown little nipple through the fabric and gently pinched it. "Harder baby," I sighed. He pinched a little harder, and as I moaned in pleasure he pinched even a bit harder. At that point he pushed my shirt up in order to gain full access to my jumblies. "Goddam woman, those are some nice tits!" He hungrily gobbled up one of my nipples with his mouth while his hand squeezed the other breast. I looked back at Trevor. He hadn't moved, and was watching intently.
Clint pulled my tank top up over my head and start burying his face in my cleavage. "I bet it would feel good to put my cock between those two beautiful boobs," Clint murmured between kisses. I sat up and said, "Well why don't you?" He pulled his tank off & dropped his jeans, to reveal a very nice, and surprisingly uncircumsized, cock. It hung a little to the right and was about average size and length. Perfect! I laid back and pushed my tits together so he could fuck my cleavage. I was hot as usual, so our sweat and his precum were all the lubricant we needed. With each thrust I was able to lick the tip of his head, swirling my tongue around it. "Oh damn lil darlin those things are fuckin perfect!!" I could feel my cunt dripping with my juices, as I took him into my mouth and worked my magic. I took as much of him down my gullet as I could, sucking him down and licking his head, using my lips to bring him to the breaking point but then backing off just a bit. I enjoy giving head, and I am great at it. I love the effect my talents have on my male friends. Clint liked it too, as he proceeded to exclaim, "Oh SHIT girl I'm coming!!!!" and squirted his warm jizz all over my breasts. Most men simply aren't prepared for the pleasure my mouth brings them, and many come quickly. ;-)
I grabbed a still-damp beach towel from the day before and wiped myself clean. As Clint lay there on the bed, panting and completely spent, I turned to Trevor again. He had taken his cock out and was rubbing it - and holy shit it was HUGE!! He was at least 8 inches long, and was as thick as a summer sausage. I smiled at him, that seductive little smile I have, and said, "Looks like it's up to you to finish me off. Come here baby, take your clothes off." Trevor rose and came to me. Without a word, he turned me on my stomach, pulled my hips up to him, and plunged his huge cowboy cock into my wet and waiting pussy. Damn if its not always like the first time, like a virgin. The first blessed shock of hard flesh pushing through my pussy lips and into my body....it gives me chills every time. Clint stirred beside us and started playing with my bouncing tits. He is obviously a breast man. In the meantime Trevor filled me up, and fucked me good before turning me over. "You're so pretty, those Seattle boys probably don't even appreciate you, do they baby girl?" I know I'm in my 30's, but I still love being called baby girl. He pulled me close as I could feel his cock growing bigger inside of me. He was about to cum. Just then he yelled loudly and exploded his jizz into my belly.
The three of us lay there, spent and satisfied. Amazingly, Hannah slept through the whole episode. I suggested to my new friends that we take a quick shower together before I woke Hannah up to leave. That was some soapy wet fun, as they bathed me and themselves. Of course me and soap are sluts, so I took both of their members by each hand, soaped them up good and jacked them off in the shower. We all cleaned up, dried off, and I drove a sleepy friend and myself back home.
The next morning, Hannah and I awoke to two large and colorful bouquets of wild flowers at the front door of the house, as well as some flowers tucked under the windshield wiper of my car. Maybe I'll see them again next year - Lordy I hope so!!
My very first experience as an escort was with Jillian Roberts, and a gent named Gus. They both knew I was new, and I have to tell you - the experience was wonderful! When Gus had gone Jillian turned to me and asked, "Well?" The big smile on my face was answer enough. A new escort had been born.
That was last June. Since then I've only visited with male hobbyists, but always wondered what it would be like to be with a couple. Then I was contacted by David.
David came to see me in early April, and is a lovely man. A tall, solid gent, he'd just retired & had been partying quite a bit. David has a lady friend, Cami, who likes to play with other lady friends, and he asked if I'd be interested in playing with them. I pondered it for about a week before nervously agreeing.
Now here I must explain that women have always intimidated me, especially strong women. I have always been more at ease around the guys. I didn't know what to do with a woman, how to dress for her, or how to touch her body. Would she like me? Would she be as critical of my body as I am? Will she make me go down on her? I kissed a woman back in my stripper days, but that was years ago and for show. This would be for pleasure.
We decided to meet at her place. Cami met me with a big smile at the door. She was about my exact size & shape, which immediately put me at ease. Her brunette hari was cut and styled into a cute bob falling right above her soft shoulders. She wore a black dress and black stockings.
I went in and sat down in the living room of Cami's house, which luckily is only about 6 miles from where I live. David was there, enjoying a scotch on the rocks. Cami went to get me some wine. "Well? What do you think of her?" he asked. I shrugged and said, "So far so good honey!"
Cami came back with my glass of wine & handed it to me before sitting down next to me. We chatted easily & sipped wine for about 45 minutes, then we adjourned to her bedroom.
I mentioned perhaps we could start off by my watching the two of them first. They agreed. Everybody lost their clothing, and they got into position. They had a foam rubber wedge on the foot of the bed with the tallest edge right at the edge of the bed. They'd also set up some hooks over the bed. I soon found out what those hooks were for.
Cami went around to the side of the bed and got some black straps with velcro'd cuffs on the one end of them, hooks on the other. She handed them to David to hook to the ceiling. She got up on the wedge & he began putting her leg up and securing one of her lovely feet into on of the cuffs. Being the helpful person I am, I took her other leg & secured her other foot in the other cuff. Now she was spread open on the edge of the bed, beautiful little cunt open and waiting to be fucked, licked, sucked, and pleasured.
David bent down in front of her wide open legs and buried his face in her pussy. She moaned in pleasure. Cami has the most beautiful nipples, large and dark, so I thought I'd pop one in my mouth to see what that was like. I found it was very nice! I sucked on her for a little bit while David teased her with is tongue. I ran my hands over her soft body. It was so different than touching a man! I have always found beauty in every woman I see. I love women, and often times are in awe of them, much like men are (right?). But Cami is the first woman to ever stir up something in me sexually.
Cami had shown me a little device she'd wanted to use on me, but I decided I'd use it on her first. It was a skinny little gray vibrator, with a little bend at the end to stimulate the G-spot (this is not a club gentlemen; if you don't know what this is please please look it up!!) I turned it on the lowest setting & started rubbing her clit with it, eliciting more moans of from her. I probed inside just a little, before David decided he had to have her pussy. I rubbed her with the little gray vibrator while he fucked her, and I swear I think I saw her eyes roll to the back of her head for a moment. Before long, Cami came, hard.
Then, it was my turn. When they made sure I felt comfortable enough (wine always helps with this) they strapped me in. Oddly, I didn't feel as vulnerable as you'd think. David and Carla were very gentle with me the whole time, making sure they weren't asking too much of me too quickly, or "freaking" me out. Quite the contrary - I was very comfortable with these two!!
Cami left for a brief moment while David was hooking me up. She came back with some ice cubes and said, "Okay this might be a little intense at first, just tell me if you don't like it." She sat down on the bed next to me, put an ice cube in her mouth and started to lick me. Oh it was intense all right! But in a wonderful, nummy way. I'd had had ice cubes used on me before, but she was so gentle, it was so delicious. David then started to fuck me, and wow it was a different experience in those straps! But not at all unpleasant. Cami got out the little gray vibrator (I'm seriously getting me one of those things), put a little condom on it, turned it on low, and started rubbing my button with it. I'm not sure I've come as quickly as I did, and poor David - I came so hard I bucked him off & out of me!!
He had saved his juice for her, and since they were a couple he didn't have to wear a condom when he had sex with her. So we got her back in & he finished off with his own explosion.
All in all, I had a waaay better time than I ever thought I would. I'm sure it has everything to do with the amazing couple who found me, and who are being wonderful enough to be my teachers. I sure hope they call again! (Incidentally, they did.) ;-)
Recently I received a special request from a handsome, sweetheart of a gent whom I’ve been seeing pretty regularly for the last few months. I’ve been lucky enough to meet some exceptional people, but once in a while one of you darlings weasels his way right into my heart. This man has done just that, so I really wanted to help him live out a self-admitted, life-long fantasy of his. To protect his privacy, as well as to save him some embarrassment, I’ve changed identifying details, including his name. For this story, I’ll call him Fredrick.
Fredrick was interested in a very specific type of role play. It took a while and a little bit of coaxing, as he was shy about admitting his naughty little vision. But I finally got it out of him. Fredrick’s fantasy was to be somehow in trouble with his lady – so much so that she felt prompted to turn him over her knee and give him a sound spanking on his bare bottom. I said, “Honey, let’s do it!”
Fredrick and I traded emails and texts, discussing what the scene would be. We would meet for dinner near his home, and he would be late – again. The background story was that he was always late, and me as his loving girlfriend was getting rather fed up with it. I looked like the girlfriend from the waist up; nice sweater, soft & wavy, not wearing too much makeup. But below the waist I wore a gray miniskirt - the shortest skirt I owned, with soft black thigh high stockings and gray flannel high heels. Here is the rest of the story, from my standpoint as his girlfriend:
I entered our favorite restaurant, looked around and, as per usual, there was no Fredrick. I was right on time, and he was late – AGAIN. I was seated and asked for a drink. Why does he keep doing this to me, I wondered. I told him twice what time to meet me, and he even repeated it back. Doesn’t he care about me enough to meet me on time? Sigh. I’m going to have to address this once and for all.
Luckily for Fredrick, he arrived before my drink did. So okay, he wasn’t that late. But the point was, he was never on time to meet me. He’d be tardy anywhere from a few minutes to sometimes an hour or more. He always had excuses, and I refuse to play the role of the nagging girlfriend. But just once I’d like to show up to find my sexy boyfriend smiling and waiting in anticipation for me, like I always am for him.
“Hi sweetie, I’m so sorry traffic was a war zone.” He took his coat off, sat down & looked up as I hadn’t said anything yet. I smiled a tight smile & took a deep breath. “Uh oh, you’re mad.”
“I’m not as much mad as I am hurt, honey. I just don’t understand why you can be on time to work, to sporting events, sheesh to everywhere but meeting me. You know, if I were your boss you’d be fired by now, or at least get some other sort of punishment.”
Then it struck me. Punishment. That gave me an idea. I smiled and looked at him. “What?” he asked, a little nervously.
“I think I know how to, shall we say, encourage you to be on time from now on.” “Um, how? Please don’t be angry honey. I’m an idiot and I’m so sorry. I’ll be on time from now on, really.”
“Fredrick, I’ve heard that before. Now let’s figure out what we want to eat because I’m starving & you’re being late hasn’t helped that one bit.”
We settled into our meal, enjoying each other’s company, the drinks and the food. We really have a great relationship, and I certainly would not break up with him for being late all of the time. But one thing I’ve learned is that in life and in love, you have to teach people how you want to be treated. It was time to teach my hunk of a boyfriend how to treat me, his lady.
Fredrick lives so close to the restaurant that we like to walk there & then back after we eat. As we strolled along hand-in-hand, he stopped, took me in his arms and kissed me. “Honey, I really am sorry for being late again, and I really do care and respect you. Do you forgive me baby?”
I kissed him back. “You know I can’t stay mad at you for very long, even if you do deserve it. Now come on I’m cold & we have something to discuss before I can forgive you fully.”
We made our way home. When we got there he poured us a couple of glasses of Chardonnay and asked, “Okay, what do you want to discuss?”
I had gone into the bathroom to search for the perfect tool I’d need for the next ten minutes or so. “Be out in a minute,” I yelled. Shoot, I thought, where is it where is it AHH here it is. With a very impish smile, I walked slowly into the living room where Fredrick sat. I held my paddle hair brush in my hands, and was tapping it in the palm of my left hand while holding it in my right.
Fredrick cocked his head. “What are you doing with that? Do you want me to brush your hair baby?” “Perhaps later,” I responded, sitting on the couch next to him. “I’ve asked you numerous times to be on time. I’ve asked nicely. I’ve asked not so nicely. I’ve begged, pleaded, cried, and now, well now I’ve decided that you need corporal punishment.” “Corporal punishment? What does that mean?” “It mean, my love, that you are going to get put over my knee, right now, for a nice, hard spanking.” “WHAT????” he exclaimed. “You heard me. Maybe that will teach you to be on time. Now come on, get those pants off.” “You must be joking,” he laughed. I gave him a level stare. “Does it look like I’m kidding?”
Fredrick got up, set his wine glass down on the coffee table, and proceeded to unbuckle his belt. I could tell, he still did not believe I’d actually do it. “Now drop them.”
He dropped his pants. “Drawers too,” I commanded. He raised his eyebrows but did as he was told. “Now, over my lap.” He hesitated. “Do you want me to forgive you or not?” I asked. He got to his knees, and bent over my lap.
“Now, I want you to relax and take your lumps.” I lightly tapped his right ass cheek with the back of the hairbrush. “Ha, is that all you got,” he said, “this is going to be eas – OUCH!!” he said as I smacked him again, much harder this time. “Okay baby okay I get it…” SMACK! I smacked him again. SMACK SMACK SMACK. I was starting to enjoy this.
“Promise you me that you’ll never be late to meet me again.”
“Well Bella I can’t always predict – OUCH BABY!” I smacked him a couple more times.
“Promise me, Fredrick”
“I can’t honey I never know what – OUCH SHIT BABY!” SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
“You have to promise me, Fredrick. Promise me that you’ll never, EVER be late again.”
“Bella I…” SMACK. Silence. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
“Promise me, Fredrick. Never again.”
“Never ever?” SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. “Okay okay baby okay I promise I promise!!!”
It was a good thing he finally promised because he was starting to get some rosy marks on his hind quarters!
After that we made love, but I had to be careful of his bottom because it was still stinging from my teaching him his lesson. But that is a story for another day….
I was brought up as a strict Baptist, yes, I know look at me now. I can remember how different people acted on Sunday, than they did during the rest of the week. I mowed lawns for extra money after school, and my Dad had gotten me a job doing the church's grass and our pastor's who lived directly next door to the church. He was an older man, probably in his later 40's or early 50's. His wife was a bit younger than him. She was a fairly attractive woman, and was always very friendly towards me.
One day I was mowing their lawn, and it was exceptionally hot outside. I was sweating profusely, and she came outside and offered me a cold glass of tea. I happily accepted the tea and she told me to come inside and enjoy the air conditioning and cool off a little.
I entered their house and she sat me at the kitchen table. I was drinking my tea. She kept staring at me. I was pretty muscular, and my wet tank top stuck to my chest. She was wearing her usual. A conservative dress, and panty hose, and heels. I knew that she probably had a killer body beneath her clothing, but she never showed any of it at all. I called her Mrs. Brown, or Sister Brown. That day as I called her Mrs. Brown, she asked me if I would call her Bonnie.
As Bonnie and I talked it was quite obvious that she was pretty lonely. Her husband was always gone, visiting shut-ins, going to the hospital to see sick members of the congregation and so on. I noticed that she kept staring at my chest as my soaking wet tank top clung to me. She made a comment about how muscular I was for my age. I thanked her for the compliment. "You are quite a nice looking lady" I replied to her. She blushed as I complimented her.
She continued staring at me. "Would you like a clean t-shirt?" she asked me. "Ok, sure that sounds great" I replied. I started to go to the rest room to change, but she told me she had just waxed the floor and it was still wet. So, I took my tank top off there in her kitchen. As I stood there shirtless, she came up behind me. "You look so tense" she said. Her hands rested upon my broad shoulders. She began rubbing my shoulders, giving me a massage, and quite a hardon I might add.
Her breathing became faster and quite erratic, as she rubbed my shoulders, and her hands slid down my wet chest. She softly moaned as she rubbed my firm young chest. I grabbed her hand and pushed it towards the large bulge in my shorts. She gasped as her hand touched my swollen crotch. "Go ahead and touch it" I told her. "No one will ever know" I added. Mrs. Brown began gripping the bulge with her hands. I undid my button, and unzipped my levi shorts. I pulled my large, throbbing hard cock out. Her eyes got very wide and she smiled as she looked at the 9 inches of my hard cock.
"Go ahead and stroke it, you know you want to" I told her. Mrs. Brown gripped my cock with her soft hands. She softly moaned as she began stroking my hard pulsating cock. I stood and faced her. She continued stroking my hard cock as I pressed my lips to hers. I slid my tongue inside of her mouth. She was shaking as I began french kissing her. "Mmmm..." she moaned. Her own wet tongue began circling mine as we passionately kissed.
I cupped her large breasts through her flowered dress and gave them a firm squeeze. I could feel her nipples harden beneath my fingers. I slid one of my hands lower, and up inside of her dress. I rubbed her hot pussy through her cotton panties. She was very wet. She moaned softly as I rubbed her hot pussy through the cotton material. Her hand never missed a stroke on my hard cock. I began to unzip her dress from the back. I let it slip to the floor. She stood before me in her bra, panties, and hose. I undid her bra and removed it from her. Her breasts were probably a 38D and her brown nipples were quite large. I took one of her erect nipples into my mouth. I gently nibbled and sucked it.
Mrs. Brown moaned louder as I sucked her beautiful breasts. I quickly removed her wet panties and hose from her body. She had very long, pretty legs. I looked at her very hairy bush between her legs. My hand quickly found her clit. I rubbed the swollen bud with my thumb as I slid a finger inside of her. She moaned very loudly as my finger entered her hot pussy. I knelt between her legs, and pulled her wet pussy lips apart with my fingers. As my tongue darted inside of her, she yelped. Her body began to shake wildly as she climaxed. "God, you are so hot" I told her. "Jesus, the Reverand has never kissed me there" she said. "Do you like it?" I asked her. "Oh yes baby, I love it" she moaned. I quicky took her swollen clit between my lips and sucked it for her.
Her juices were flowing quite freely into my young mouth. She climaxed again very intensely. I held her to keep her from falling. I stood up, and pushed her to the floor. My long thick throbbing cock was only inches from her mouth. I pushed her mouth against the big pulsating head. She opened her mouth and took me inside. It felt wonderful. She swirled her tongue all around my big cock head. I moaned as she continued taking me deeper into her mouth. She licked the hot oozing precum from my cock, hungrily. I knew she needed to be fucked really bad. So I pulled her from the floor. "Where's your bedroom?" I asked her. "Over there" she whispered, pointing at a door down the hall.
I led her to the bedroom and tossed her on the bed. I pushed her pretty legs widely apart and began pressing my swollen cockhead against her wet pussy. She moaned as I slowly entered her tight neglected pussy. It felt so hot, tight and wet. I slowly fucked her. My cock slid deeply into her. She quickly wrapped her long legs around my back, pulling me deeper inside of her. It felt as if my cock hit the back of her pussy as I thrust forward. Mrs Brown came furiously as I slowly fucked her, keeping my dick buried deeply inside of her. I bit her large erect nipples and squeezed her big pretty breasts with my hands.
She bucked her hips wildly beneath me. "God, I'm gonna cum" I moaned to her. "Oh, yes, baby, give it to me, I want it all" she yelled. My cum erupted deeply into her hot pussy. She grunted and thrust against me. As my hot cum began squirting inside of her, she came. I pressed my mouth over hers, and passionately kissed her as we both came. She wiggled beneath me like she was on fire. I continued pumping my cum into her tight pussy. As my last drops of cum dripped into her, she kissed me passionately. "Oh, my Gosh" she said, "I have never felt like that before."
I was still rock hard as I looked at her pretty naked body. I rolled her to her stomach and entered her from behind. She grunted as I fucked her doggy style. My cock was embedded very deeply inside of her extremely tight pussy. I could feel her pelvic bone as I thrust into her with great fury. I fucked her hard and fast this time. She came quickly as my large cock pounded away at her pussy. The tightness, and thrill of what was happening kept me from lasting very long, I grunted and came. Once again, I emptied my hot cum deep inside of her wonderful pussy. She thrust her pretty ass against me, keeping me deeply inside of her. I firmly squeezed her pretty breasts as I pounded away inside of her hot pussy. As my last drops of cum oozed from my cock head, I withdrew it from her.
"Oh, Baby, she moaned, thank you so much" "You don't have to thank me" I told her. "It was incredible and I liked it to" I told her. "Can we do it again?" she asked. "Whenever you want" I said. She pulled me to her and passionately kissed me again. I quickly dressed and finished mowing her lawn for her. She kissed me before I left. "Please, come back soon" she told me, "I need you so bad" she added. I fucked her all summer, and no one knew besides me and her, and God.
You always hear about how hot preacher's daughters are, well, you should try their wives...............................
So as it turns out I stayed in on the night ofHalloween. I had no visitors, no trick-or-treater’s, and stayed home and watched about eight episodes of The Outer Limits. But no, my darlings, all is not lost! I celebrated Halloween a day early, on Saturday. I was definitely in haunting mode, looking to score since I had the night off - I have to get my fun somewhere!!
I was invited to several parties that night, so I chose the one I figured would have the most hot guys. Luckily it was the closest one to my apartment, which would be good if I had to take a taxi due to having one, or twelve, too many.
Did I happen to mention my costume? I went as a Naughty Nun, and it was HOT if I must say so myself.
I pulled up to the house, and the place was decked out with ghoulish decor. Alicia and Robert - this is a couple who love Halloween and go all out converting their house into a haunted party house every year. It appeared this year would be no exception.
It took me a while to find a parking place along the street. But when I did I was quickly joined by some friends of mine who I used to work with. After hugging and saying our hello’s and what-have-you-been-up-to’s we made our way to the house. Alisha and her husband Rich were also dressed as scary clergy: she a Pregnant Naughty Nun and he a zombie priest. The house was dark and creepy, fake cobwebs hung everywhere. Downstairs they had a band set up entirely of skeletons: drummer, singer/guitarist, keyboards and another guitar player (bass). And there was alcohol, lots and lots of it.
I had brought my famous artichoke dip (my family requests I make it at EVERY family get together) and set it in the kitchen next to the other pot-luck items. They set up sort of a bar in their kitchen area that looks out to the living and dining rooms.
The designated bartender was someone I didn’t recognize, mainly because he was wearing a hood and I couldn’t see his face. He was tall, about 6’5”, had a nice beefy chest. He wore a tight black shirt that molded to his considerable muscles. He wasn’t huge, but the wideness of his shoulders belied that fact and make him look bigger.
“Hi,” I said approaching him, smiling wickedly. “Are you the Grim Bartender?” Cheesy line, I know.
“Sister! Hey tell The Big Guy I say hi!! What’s your pleasure?” replied Grim, in a voice that was a lot higher than I expected. Almost Mike Tyson-ish.
I felt myself blushing like a schoolgirl. “Do you have any chilled chardonnay back there?”
“Sure do. Coming right up ma’am,” he reached to get a glass and poured the wine from a bottle sitting near him. “What do you plan on doing with that?” he asked, gesturing to the ruler in my hand. I’d brought it for a prop, teeheehee.
“I plan to use it on sinners. You a sinner?” I asked with a wink, flashing him my best grin.
He just smiled, handed me my wine, and turned to the lady next to me to take her order. Wow, I thought, that was some of my best flirting and he didn’t even bite! Oh well, he’s just playing it cool. Okay, I can do that too. I left the kitchen and started to mingle.
I saw vampires and witches, devils and hobos, princesses and kitty cats. The music was loud, the drinks were strong, and I was having a great time. People kept bringing me drinks, so I didn’t get back into the kitchen to see Grim. I’d asked some of the other partygoers what Grim’s real identity was, and no one seemed to know.
Soon enough though, he appeared. I was upstairs munching on some cheese when I looked over to see him walking out with two drinks in his hands.
“It was Chardonnay, right?” he asked handing me the glass of wine. “Yes, thank you.”
“Do you want to get some air?” “Sure, lets go.”
We made our way downstairs and out to the garage. They’d moved the cars out to make way for coolers, chairs and a few coffee cans for cigarette butts. There was no one down there at the moment, and we sat down.
He took off his hood, and out came the deepest hazel eyes I’d ever seen along with a head of thick, black hair. He sort of looked like a Baldwin brother, not the best looking one but not the ugliest one either.
“I’m Randy,” he said, “and I’ve been trying to get out from behind that bar to talk to you for hours.”
“Really? I thought you weren’t interested at all!”
“Naw, I just had to play it cool for my sister.”
“Who’s your sister?”
Turns out he was Alisha’s younger brother visiting from New York. That’s why no one knew who he was.
By this time I was getting pretty excited. I’d been flirting all evening, as well as fantasizing about Mr. Grim. I could feel that I was wet - and pretty randy myself!
“My apartment is about 4 miles away.”
“Let’s go. I’ll tell my back-up that I’m going to the store for smokes.”
I retrieved my car & picked him up in front of the house. Randy got in and we drove the short distance to my place. When we got in, he suddenly turned shy. I realized I’d have to get the ball rolling, so I grabbed his crotch while locking the door latch with my other hand, my eyes never leaving his.
“You said you were Randy. Is that a name or a state of being?”
I felt him start to stiffen in my grip, which was firm but not enough to cause pain. I loosened my grip reached lower and started to massage his boys. He moaned in my ear, leaning toward me.
“Damn Sister that feels amazing.”
“You may call me Sister Mary.”
“Is that your name? Mary?”
“It is tonight.”
I pushed him backward to my bedroom and shoved him so he landed on the bed. I stood over him.
“Take off your clothes.”
When he took his shirt off I could see a kaleidoscope of tattoos on his arms and chest, along with one silver ring through his right nipple.
“Why no ring on this one?” I asked as I pinched his left nipple.
“Right one hurt too much,” he answered with a chuckle.
He took off his pants to reveal a tighty-whitey pup tent. When those came off, out sprang his stiffy. Luckily, I keep a variety of condoms by my bed, so I grabbed one and tore it open. I bent down, every so gently licked the top of his head (the little one). He twitched and I put the condom on him quickly. I never wear underwear, so I was ready to go as I climbed on top of him and plopped right down on his cock.
“OOOH SHIT!!” Randy exclaimed as I enveloped him in my wet warmth. I began to ride, finding a nummy rhythm. I loved the power of being astride him, of being fully clothed while he’s butt naked, of him being in my home and under my control. These thoughts excited me more, and I increased my pace.
“Oh shit Mary! Mary! I’m gonna come, I’m sorry! OOOOH!!!”
I laughed, “Dang sweetie how long has it been??”
“Just a few days. I had sex with my girlfriend a few days ago, right before I left. You’re just so hot and sexy and amazing!”
“Thank you, Randy. Now get up; you are going to service me.”
He got up and I laid down where he was. Randy snapped the condom off & tossed it in the nearby trash bin. I lifted my habit and said, “Now make me feel holy, Randy.”
His mouth was on me before I could finish my sentence, licking, kissing, smashing his face into my pussy. He put his fingers on my lips, spreading them apart so he could get an unobstructed access to my clit.
“Mmmmmmmm oooh yeah Randy eat that pussy baby….” I moaned writhing under his mouth.
His tongue was the perfect gentle spear, taunting and teasing until my teeny tiny cock was a hard little bean. I felt the climax start to build, build, oh shit oh God oh FUCK!!!!!
Side Note: Every once in a while, not every time but every once in a while when I come really hard I squirt a little. It’s not just the release of the natural juices that do such a great job of lubing me up when I’m aroused and especially when I’ve come. No, this stuff leaves a considerable wet spot on my sheets.
When it first happened I was mortified; I thought I’d pissed myself. Since then I’ve learned that we ladies can ejaculate just like you guys!
Randy LOVED it! He eagerly lapped it up like a thirsty puppy.
After cleaning me up Randy looks up and me and asked, “Ready for round two?” Yeah okay I think I’m in love.
He positioned himself above me, stopped a moment and said, “Now, let me show you what I can really do.”
Before I knew it my legs were in the air, resting on his shoulders, and my new friend Randy was giving me the fucking of my life. We started missionary, then he flipped me over and gave it to me from behind. While he was giving it to me he was squeezing my ass, which felt really good. He laid down behind me, spooning and forking me at the same time (haha!). He reached around and rubbed my clit so that it was hard again. Amazingly, he made me come and had held back his own orgasm until I came, so we almost came at the same time!! I wasn’t finished with mine when he started his, and that felt really good because yall’s penis’s get HUGE when you come.
After that he took a quick shower & we went back to the party. A lovely time was had by all, and I slept like a baby that night. J
More stories to cum....... ;-)
It was only moments away now. He was to meet me between 8:30 and 9 in the morning, depending on traffic. When he arrived at 8:48 a.m. I was waiting for him in my bedroom with the door closed. The instructions were to enter my apartment and close and lock the door behind him. He was to remove all of his clothing except for his briefs, and sit down in the designated chair. I laid a soft black scarf on the coffee table in front of him; he was to tie it around his eyes as a blindfold. Then, he was to wait.
We’d worked out a scenario in advance. He was a dumb jock basketball player who was in my class at a Catholic high school. He was the star player, and the team didn’t win games without him. He’d been able to slide through most of his classes, but he was doing very poorly in mine, and Sister Isabella was not one to let students slide. I summoned him to my private office to discuss his latest test, which he’d failed. I was not going to go easy on him.
I asked him if he was ready. He said, “Yes Sister.” I asked him if he could see anything. He answered, “No Sister.” I took that moment to very loudly zip up my boots. I opened the door. He was sitting there, waiting for me, blindfolded. I felt such a rush of excitement as a surge of sheer power filled me. He needed to be punished, and his punishment was going to be severe. I walked to him, paused to enjoy the moment, the vision, and then took him by the hand. “Rise, my child,” I said. He rose. I carefully guided him to my chambers, which was located adjacent to the office. I led him to my bed, which I’d outfitted with wrist and ankle restraints just for the occasion. I laid him down on his stomach first. I took the first restraint and put his right-hand wrist inside. I secured it to the end of the bed. I took his left wrist and did the same. I asked if he could move. “No Sister.” I asked if he was alright. He said, “Yes Sister, but a little nervous. I need to play ball Sister. Please, please pass me. I’ll do anything Sister.” “Anything, child?” “Yes Sister! Please be merciful, I need to play, it’s my only shot, please.” I enjoyed listening to him beg. Yes, I was getting into my role.
I began berating him for failing my test, asking him if he even listened in my class. I walked around the bed while scolding him. “I try Sister but…..” “But what, boy?” “Sister….” “Speak up boy, what is the problem with my class??” I stopped, reached over and pulled his briefs down to his thighs. “It’s just that….I can’t concentrate Sister…” I began rubbing his ass cheek with my bare hand. “And just why not?” I spanked him lightly, and kept rubbing. “I’m sorry Sister….I’m distracted….” Now I was getting impatient (in my role). I slapped his ass cheek again. And again, this time just a little harder than before. “Good gracious boy will you just come out with it already? What is distracting you in my class?? Is it the pretty girls at the school across the lake? Is it the thought of the next frat party you shouldn’t even be attending? WHAT??” I slapped his cheek a few more times at the same intensity. “Sister it’s YOU, I’m distracted by you!”
“NO more talking for you boy!!” I exclaimed as I slapped his bare ass several more times, now getting the left cheek into the action. Rub, slap, rub slap slap. Oh, I was enjoying this a great deal. I could tell he was loving it. He hadn’t said the safe word yet, so I figured I was doing okay.
I then took a break and drank some of the coffee my friend had brought me. He was really a sweet guy, and it made me sad to think of all the fun that he and his wife were missing out on because of her inhibitions. Oh well, I guess its just not for everybody!
I decided I needed my next tool. I would be graduating to a paddle hairbrush. Before I did so though, I lifted his blindfold briefly so he could see me.
Okay, I have to admit that I am very proud of this costume. I was dressed in a “Naughty Nun” habit, made for Halloween. It was perfect. I will post a picture of myself wearing it in my gallery. When he saw me his eyes nearly popped out of his head. He moaned appreciatively. I was pleased that I’d done well for him in this respect.
I kissed him lightly, and told him his punishment was not quite over. I put the blindfold back in its place and walked to the side of the bed. I sat down and began rubbing the paddle on his back side, which was slightly pink from my hand. I smacked him lightly with the paddle. Then again. Then again, a little harder. It made a very satisfying sound. He jerked and kicked his legs a bit, which at this point were unrestrained, but did not tell me to stop. I asked, “So, child, you needed a “B” on the last test in order to pass my class. You failed.” I smacked him several times, each time getting harder and harder, but only by slightly. (The key is in the building up.) “I’m sorry Sister I’ll do anything to be able to play. Please Sister, extra credit, anything.”
I spent about 5 or 6 more minutes on his ass with the paddle. Then, I decided to get the ultimate spanking tool – The Wooden Spoon.
I walked to the kitchen and chose my weapon. I slotted wooden spoon I’d gotten as a gift from the Muckleshoot Casino. I went back and began the process of rubbing and slapping, rubbing and slapping, harder, harder, until he moaned with pleasure. I stopped and reached around. His dick was as stiff as a nail. His bottom was red as a tomato. I walked to the foot of the bed and unlatched his wrists, leaving the restraints on him. I guided him onto his back, securing his hands again behind him and through the bars of the headboard. “You struggled far too much and now I will have to restrain your ankles as well.” I did so, and in moments he was completely helpless. At that moment I decided to take off his blindfold and let him see me. “Oh Sister….you’re so beautiful Sister….” I crawled onto the bed next to him. “You said you would do….anything….” I pinched one of his nipples firmly. He winced and said’ “Yes Sister I’ll do anything…I have to play…the team, my coaches, even my family will be devastated if I don’t play….please Sister…” I pinched his other nipple. “You must please Sister,” said I, as I bent down to put my crimson red lips on his left nipple, as I pinched his right one. He moaned with pleasure. I proceeded to worship his balls, his thighs, his stomach, his ears, his nipples, and finally, his cock. It jumped at my touch. I put my hot, wet mouth around him, just the tip, licking in circles and teasing. I finally took him deep into my throat, spitting and stroking and enjoying every fucking minute of it. I could tell he was about to come, so I quickly hopped on and rode him like the most fantastic cowboy nun you never saw. He came, HARD and long (I think it was a multiple – can guys have those??). After he was finished coming I quickly scurried up his chest to deliver the cum directly to his mouth, as I knew he loved this. As he slurped my creampie I rubbed my clit all over his face and nose and came pretty damn hard myself. He moaned and I could tell he was trying to catch every last drop of our juices from my cunt. “Oh FUCK baby…..”
We rested just a moment before I took his restraints off and cleaned up. We took a shower and carefully bathed each other, to reconnect and leave the role play for the day. We discussed the session, and decided it was a success. I’d done well, he said, and he was surprised at how good I was. A natural, he called me. I thought it went VERY well!! I was proud of my performance and surprised at how much I enjoyed it. I’m not sure if I want to include this as one of my offerings, but I know I will continue to explore….with this man and hopefully others….maybe I’ll visit a domme myself and let her dominate me……oh I do love my career…..especially the research…..see you next time!! –ISJ
I was so excited that I couldn’t sleep the night before. The anticipation of what I was about to do was almost too much to take. Much preparation had been done for this morning; a costume and props had to be purchased, roles had to be assigned, a script had to be worked out, boundaries had to be discussed. I don’t enter into new things lightly. I do a lot of research before I dabble in the unknown. And I was about to do some dabbling, oh boy was I ever gonna do some dabbling….
You see, my darlings, I was about to enter into another world. One I knew little about but that had intrigued me nonetheless. This morning I was going to step into the role of dominatrix.
This in particular is not something one enters into lightly. Being a Domme is more than putting on some black leather, grabbing a whip and going to town on some poor bastard’s ass. No. It is an art form, an attitude, and when done correctly, gives much pleasure to the receiver.
A male friend of mine and I had been discussing domination, submission, etc., when he admitted to me that he longs to submit. He has of course approached his wife about his desires, even asking her to “cuckold” him while she plays “hotwife” and goes out to sleep with other men. Unfortunately, she wasn’t interested in any of it. He called her sexual tastes “vanilla.” Criminy, I thought, what flavor would this fetish be? Black licorice??
I told him I’d love to hear more about his fetish, which I learned was commonly referred to BDSM. When I looked this acronym up I saw that it sort of means lots of things: bondage and discipline, dominance (tops) and submission (bottoms), sadism and masochism. It can be sexual or nonsexual, but it must always be consensual. There must be a high level of trust, almost a professionalism, to make the encounter truly "work." The previously discussed and agreed upon boundaries cannot be crossed. If there is a “safe word” (a word other than "no" or "stop" that a submissive can say if the play is getting too rough or they are otherwise uncomfortable) that word must be discussed, agreed upon, and if spoken, it should be understood that all play must stop immediately and discussion must follow. BDSM is really so much more than just pleasure and pain, power and control. It is a relief for some people to be humiliated, relieved of their guilt. It brings them peace. For the dominant partner the draw is in the service. Dominants are not sick people wanting to inflict pain because of anger issues or in order to actually cause someone pain. Dominants are usually very loving people who want to help give pleasure through pain, control and dominance. To be asked to fill this role is an honor, as the submissive is putting a great deal of trust in the dominant. Indeed, the submissive’s very life is in the dominant’s hands. The dominant should do his or her homework, making sure they understand how to use the tools of the trade correctly (meaning so as not to leave marks, split skin or break bones – basically how to inflict pain without causing serious injury). There can’t be a yin without a yang, and these two balance each other out beautifully. The hard part is finding the right yin to stiffen your yang…..LOL!!
My friend began sending me pictures that turned him on. Many were cuckolding-type pictures, such as a man walking in on his wife while she is pleasuring another man. He said he wished so bad his wife would go out with him to pick up other men for her and fuck them in front of him. Seeing his wife getting rocked by some young stud would make him explode, he said. Another thing that turned him on? Nuns. As a young boy he’d gone to a strict Catholic school and had a bit of a nun fetish, so I got some naughty nun scenarios. He sent me pictures of bondage, interracial play, creampies, and threesomes where the woman was obviously in charge with two other men. I have to admit, I was getting more and more intrigued, and horny!
I started doing some of my own research. Wow, are there ever some different tastes out there! Whatever kind of fetish you can imagine or desire, there is someone somewhere who can help you out. There are fetishes for everything; feet, ears, waddles (remember Ally McBeal?), elbows, elbow macaroni…..EVERYTHING!!! My friend isn’t into food or scat play, but there are plenty of folks out there who are. But specifically I wanted to know about how to become a dominatrix and help my friend out.
By the way, I did not meet this friend through my profession, but he does know what I do. He did not ask for my help; rather, I asked him to guide me from the bottom up. To my delight, he agreed to let me try. I’d studied, I’d watched videos, I’d read books and talked to other dommes. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally felt like I was ready.
I called him and we set up an appointment. I told him, “There will be instructions for you to obey. Can you do that, cuck?”
“Yes Mistress”, he answered……..
More next week!!
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