Hi, I am Troy. My life has been as normal as anyone else's to this point. I went to college, then on to the real world and got a job in marketing. As normal and mundane as my public life was, I had a bit of an adventurous side. I began to wonder about BDSM at age 16. Things progressed and I had my first experience as a sub. It was wonderful and the person I shared the experience with was unbelievable. Soon, I wanted to explore the possibilities of me being a Dom. After having been the submissive for a while I knew and was well trained for the role and responsibilities of a Dom. I happened upon a wonderful lady one day. And off we went.
Susan was a horribly neglected wife and mother of two. She used to come to the pool at my apartment complex with her kids and spend all day there basking in the sun. She was an absolute knockout. Some may even call her a M.I.L.F. (Mother I'd Like to Fuck). She had long flowing light auburn hair that drove me nuts. Standing at about 5'7, her athletic frame was complimented by lovely curves. Her eyes you could get lost in with their green hypnotic hue. She had an ass that defied all modern biology, physics and logic. And then my favorite, her legs were long and muscular like a gymnast. Wow, she was an incredible sight. I wasn't trying to bed her when we met. I just wanted to talk to her, to be near such beauty. We talked about our lives, the kids, and her asshole of a husband. He had a job that put him in Atlanta 10 days out of 14. When he was home, he didn't even bother to tend to his wife. All she would get was criticism. Trapped in an unhappy marriage, she stayed for the kids. She told me that if things didn't get better for them that she would leave him when her youngest (now 4 years old) turned 16 and she was able to fend for herself mentally and emotionally.
She spoke about his past affairs. She has caught him before with 2 other women. Now that he is so far away, he is sure to be pecking about like the cock he is. So, with that, I took it as my signal to move in on this angel. I didn't do it to stroke my ego, but I genuinely felt bad for her and wanted to ease her pain. I know I sound insincere, but that's truly what I wanted. Now, by this point, I have had my fair share of the "pool moms". As a matter of fact I had recently stopped taking care of 3 of them. So, needless to say, my confidence was completely intact. I found myself asking Susan out for dinner. She declined on going out, but did invite me over for dinner at her place that night. I was absolutely happy with that prospect. "It's a date then," I said smiling like I really accomplished something. Man, I was a gigolo.
That evening I wore my best Sidal woolen black slacks, dark gray Perry Ellis pulled cotton shirt, cold gray Jeffrey Banks combed wool sport coat, and black Di Antonio leather loafers. I was dressed to impress. I wanted to dazzle this woman and make her feel like a princess. She called earlier to tell me to come over at 7pm sharp and that the kids were at a friend's. Aw man was I excited. I grabbed a bottle of Kenwood '77 pino noir from the rack and out the door I went. Somewhere between my place and hers, I stopped off to get a fresh cut black rose surrounded by a dozen white dancing lady orchids. All was set for a wonderful night with a goddess. I arrived in front of her large ranch home a little before 7pm. Nervous, I stayed in the car collecting my thoughts before raising the courage needed to move to her door. Ding-dong! The bell sounded and what seemed to be an eternity passed until the whisper of the doorknob slowly being turned hit my ears and my heart jumped into my throat. All confidence and air of arrogance left me at once. I became the scared little boy I really was inside.
The door swung open and there was the vision of absolute beauty, lust, divinity and femininity clad in a long blood red spaghetti strapped dress showing her ample cleavage with a daringly plunging neck line and a long split up the center reaching from the hem to an unknown heaven to tease the eyes with glimpses of those wonderful legs as she made the slightest of movements. The sight was accented by inch long diamond and onyx earrings, a tasteful diamond and onyx matching necklace and a matching anklet sparkling above her four-inch-heeled red open-toed sling-backs. The toes and fingernails were done in a nice complimentary red tone to match her lipstick and the hint of rouge in her high cheekbones. Her hair was clipped seductively off her shoulders but still was wild and curly in the back. I did notice that she took off the wedding band, but left the diamond engagement ring on.
"Hi, Troy. Come on in." she said with a gesture and a hint of nervousness.
"Hi Susan. Umm...wow you look terrific." I managed to spit out.
She noticed me examining her every curve and peak. Then she said, "Come on, dinner's ready." And with every ounce of strength I had left in my body, I willed my legs to move me forward. When I stepped in the doorway she kisses me on the cheek. Now I don't know if it was the kiss or the scent of her DKNY perfume, but I felt weakness in my legs. I was so intoxicated that I couldn't move so I presented her with the flowers and the wine. This gave me enough time to prepare myself to speak again. She squealed with delight at the sight of the flowers and wine. "No one has ever given me flowers unless they were in trouble with me," she said with a smile. "What'd you do?" she followed with a chuckle. Man that helped because I finally loosened up with a good laugh. We made our way inside for a tour of the premises. This house was fabulous. Everything was designed with a southwestern touch. Nothing was overdone or out of place. I can see a bit of Feng Shui being used, but that's off the subject.
"Are you hungry, Troy?" she asked.
"I sure am, and it smells wonderful."
She turned to lead me back toward the dining room, but I grabbed her arm and spun her around and planted a long awaited passionate kiss on her. We sank into it deep with no concept of time or timing. Our tongues lashed about in each other's mouth seeking an unknown treasure. Finally, I broke the kiss and let her go. "Now that the awkwardness is over, we can eat and have a good time," I said. Susan turned to my side with a wry grin and took my arm to lead me back to the dining room. When we got there, the table was set and ready for the feast with a serving tray full of platters next to us. I stepped behind her chair and pulled it out for her and she sat down. Then Susan reached up and grabbed my face in her hands and pulled me to her kissing me softly on the lips. I smiled and slowly pulled back. "What was that for?" I asked. She said, "I just needed one more before we start."
The dinner was the best meal I have ever had to date. It was a host of baby garlic red potatoes with hand whipped butter, steamed mixed veggies peppered with lemon and orange zest, a maple marinated steak cooked medium and for dessert a white chocolate mousse over a dark chocolate crumb cookie. Oh my God, it was like the world's best foreplay. If the dinner wasn't enough, I had an incredible conversation with an actual goddess incarnate. We talked about everything except her husband. I mean we chatted about politics, religion, children, and finally sex. Luckily when we reached sex talk we were finished eating, sipping wine gazing over the table into each other's eyes. I suggested that we move the date to the living room. She told me to go in and fix us some drinks at the bar and wait for her.
I eased my way behind the bar and noticed the abundance of vodka. So, assuming her preference for it, I made two rather strong vodka tonics and moved to the sofa. Soon after, she came in with a tray of cheese and crackers. Susan settled in close to me, accepted her drink and took a sip. She smiled and said, "How did you know I liked vodka tonics and strong ones at that?" I said with a smile, "Well, I noticed the nine different bottles of vodka back there and made my favorite drink." Our conversation quickly turned to sex again. I learned that we lost our virginity at the same age, she was bi-curious, and something that interested me more than anything else. Susan has always wanted to be dominated. "I am a nurturing and submissive soul. My husband would never go for it, and now I wouldn't trust him to anyway. My sexual desires have been left somewhat unfulfilled. I want some adventure," she said with tears in her eyes. I leaned in and kissed her tears away. "Do you trust me?" I said hesitantly. She looked at me and smiled, "Yes," then lowered her eyes. I lifted her chin and kissed her again and said, "Look at me...do you really trust me?" Susan smiled meekly and shook her head in affirmation and almost whispered, "You are the first man who has ever shown interest in my thoughts, my emotions, or anything from me but my body. Yes, I've only known you for a couple of weeks, but I trust you more than I can trust myself right now."
I leaned back in the sofa and smiled at her and said in a firm but friendly tone, "Susan, feed me please." I swung my leg over her head and laid it on the sofa behind her and leaned back more. She grabbed the small tray of crackers and cheese and laid it on my chest. The little goddess laid on me just below the tray. Then she picked up a morsel and eased it in my mouth. I sucked on her fingers as they pulled away. My hand found its way up to the small of her back and rubbed in little circles. This went on for about an hour as we talked more. She continued to absently feed me and sometimes herself. Finally I grabbed the tray and removed it from my chest. Susan slid up my body and kissed me passionately. I could almost feel her losing herself in the action. Her hands were roaming my face, neck and chest. My hands found her bottom. My fingers went to work at hiking up her dress. Her mouth found my earlobes and sucked them longingly. All I could do was moan low in my chest. My fingers found their target when the material was hunched up over her lovely ass. They moved in and around Susan's heaven, brushing her labia through her panties. That's when I found she was wearing garters. "Oh my!" I thought.
Her hands became more insistent. She fumbled with the buttons on my shirt to get them open. Finally I am exposed down to my waist and my shirt is splayed to the sides over my shoulders. Susan kisses a trail from my neck to my chest; then it happened: she found my naughty buttons. She licked across them each lovingly and teasingly. Then she attacked them sucking hard after noticing my reaction to her ministrations. My nipples are extremely sensitive and have been the cause of many deep sexual encounters. If anyone touches them, they must know that my sex drive has just been accelerated about tenfold. I grabbed her by the back of the hair firmly but also gently. I urged her into my nipple, then pull her face up and kissed her long and deep. Somehow, I twisted my body out from under hers and picked her up and tossing her over my shoulder as she squealed and shrieked with glee. Like a caveman, I drug her off to the bedroom.
"You wanna be dominated huh?" I said rather maniacally. "I'm gonna show you the pleasures of submission. From here on, when we are alone, you are to call me Sir." I threw her on the king sized canopy bed, bouncing her to the center. "Is that understood?"
"Yes Sir." She whispered with a smirk as her eyes lowered.
"Stand up and take that dress off slowly."
