Her picture literally jumped out at me from the web page. Nothing explicit, no facial features, just a picture of neck and chest of a redhead clad in a rather sexy bra, well filled but not overflowing. Careful inspection reveals that she is wearing matching panties and the overall impression is of a lady who takes good care of herself and feels confidently sexy.
She claims, in her write up, to be fifty odd but I would have said somewhat younger, partially because she wears her hair down over her shoulders. It is a delightful auburn red colour and definitely unusually long for someone who claims to be in her fifties.
I have made a study of female hair length and basically, after fifty, it is almost never shoulder length, let alone longer. Hers falls suggestively over her collar bones leading your eye to the swell of those magnificent breasts, hinting at the delights under her bra. This is the hairstyle of a somewhat younger woman and she wears it well. The thought of what she could do with it sends shivers down my spine and a slight stirring in the loins. This picture oozes sex appeal in a very sophisticated way.
But back to her breasts. I could imagine just how they would look when she reached behind her back, in that movement only ladies know how to do, to unhook their bras. I imagine they would delight in their freedom; firm, full and delightful. There was no clue in the picture as to her nipples, I chose to picture them as sensitive to the touch and quick to stiffen when stroked gently with an open palm.
However, there is one more thing I think I detect. The use of several well known terms in her introduction hints at a desire for something more adventurous than simple sex, maybe even a bit of BDSM. The problem is, is she a sub or a dom? The good news is that, as a switch, it really doesn't matter to me.
At the start of my fantasy she is mildly dominating and I choose to imagine a roll playing game. Fortunately I have had a little experience in the submissive roll. I once went to a caning demonstration, at a kink fest, and after the explanation of the different sensations produced by the various thicknesses of cane a few lucky volunteers were offered a caning in exchange for a donation to a charity.
I was second in the queue! The lady ahead of me was an adult baby. Well it was a kink fest. She was totally unabashed and discreetly removed her nappy leaving her delightful bottom exposed under her frilly baby dress. She was then "warmed up" with an over the knee spanking to get her cheeks nice and rosy and get the endorphins flowing.
I would have loved to have watched her being caned but I too had to be "warmed up"so I missed it. The warm up was unremarkable, if you consider baring your bum and being spanked in view of about a hundred spectators, unremarkable.
Then it was my turn for the caning. Oh the delicious anticipation. As I recall there were about three different canes and I received three rather firm strokes from each. It was expertly done by a fully clothed, rather normal looking, middle aged lady. Fuck it hurt! But in a nice way and until you experience it you cannot possibly imagine it, particularly having the cane traced languorously over the recently inflicted weals in between strokes. It defies description.
I had now had nine of the best, my bum is on fire, and the lady suggests three more. I am not sure I can take it and she picks up on my hesitation and limits her suggestion to one more. My mouth took over from my brain, after all when was I ever going to get another caning, let alone in public. My mouth said.
"Three's fine."
I took the offered three strokes and afterwards she told me to get up and do up my trousers, saying.
"Well done." And gave me a big hug. I have never met this woman before or since but I have to admit I felt an incredible connection during that simple hug. Not sexual at all but great affection.
So can I expect to be bound hand and foot to the bed with a pillow under my stomach to present a better target? What would be her weapon of choice? I have a mild preference for the riding crop. It's very flexible, more stingy than thuddy, the little flap of leather on the end produces a delicious sensation and the marks really last and last. I just love those marks and they provoke some strange looks in the showers at the gym!
On the other hand, submission might be her preference. So out with the leather wrist and ankle restraints. They are broad leather with a soft fur lining for comfort, restraint is the important thing, not torture; but I do have some delicious torture in mind.
Dressed only in that matching bra and pantie set, long hair hanging down on her full breasts, she stands, obediently and confidently straight in front of me. We have discussed limits and safe words so are ready to start.
"Left hand." I command and she obediently holds it out. I fit the leather restraint to her wrist and lock it in place with the velcro fastening.
"Right hand." And we follow the same procedure. I now move round the back and check out her bottom and what a delicious looking bottom it is, even encased in her panties.
"Balance yourself with that chair and raise your left leg backwards." As she does so, I catch her ankle in one hand and fit another restraint. The right ankle follows. Moving round to her front again I take away the chair so she is standing in the middle of the floor dressed in her underwear with a black leather restraint fitted to four extremities.
"Both arms out in front." As she complies I fasten the two wrist restraints together with a snap hook, loop the cord that dangles from a pulley above her head, through the hook and pull gently on the other end.
Her arms are lifted slowly above her shoulders to a comfortable height above her red tresses causing her breasts to move in the most erotic way.
