Continuing my story. By now you know the caveats - that these things happened some time ago, and so the conversation will be my memories of it, not the actual conversation, but the feelings and story itself is true. I am NOT a professional or a wannabe professional. I am just sharing my story and well, there are few outlets to do that in this world. It's not exactly dinner time conversations with most people, now is it?
Also a brief confession. I write these naked, or in lingerie. That helps me get into the mood. Today, I wrote this while wearing the same corset that was in the story. Red and black. So....
At this point. Paul and I had been together nearly eight months. I was his completely, as I am now. He choose what I wore any time we were together. He directed our sex. And at times, as some of you know already, he brought someone new into my bed. All this from a woman who is a professional, known as a steady, modest, assertive business woman. I have nearly two dozen people who work for me. They, and almost anyone else I knew at that point, would not have believed that I had fallen into the submissive spell as a lover that I was, and am, under. But that is what trust will do. Paul over and over again led me right to the edge of my fantasies, and then nudged me over to the next one.
By the starting point of this story, I had been shared with two men, and one woman, all completely at the direction of Paul, at their, and his mercy, if you will. I won't lie to you, the sex was incredible, as was that feeling of plunging down to someplace newly erotic. After each episode, though, we always took some time to ourselves, to reconnect emotionally and sexually. I was afraid of it, the sharing, I think, because I had done it once in my marriage, with terrible results. My ex was so jealous he could not handle it. There had been no signs of that, but I still needed the reassurance of having just Paul, or loving just Paul after being shared.
But at this point, now August, I was having a bit of a personal crisis. I loved being shared, being submissive. But my whole life, I had pretty much run my show, made my own choices, and I began to feel like something was missing. Trust Paul to find a way to turn that around and make it work for me, while still having me at his beck and call.
We had been discussing bringing another man into my bed again. I was excited at it. (trust me girls, if you've never had more than one in a night, you can't imagine how exciting it is.), but not AS excited as I had been the past few times. Paul sensed it. "I know just the thing." he said. "You need a perfect stranger."
I wasn't sure about that either. In each case before, I had some say so. but I so wanted to please him, that I said yes, even though I had my first inkling of a doubt. My first wondering if I had gone to far in my submissiveness.
"I'll make the arrangements." he said. Nothing came of it for a few weeks, then on labor day weekend, we traveled down to Nags Head. My excitement level rose. I knew that for us, our sexual adventures tended to happen on trips. Richmond, Virginia is far too small a town, and far too conservative to flaunt oneself in if you want to keep your professional reputation. So it was on trips. but Paul had not said anything, which was unusual.
"What should I pack?" I asked him.
"What ever you like." he said. "This weekend you are not my slave. Choose for yourself. But..." his voice hung out there for a second. "For one night, pick something that makes YOU feel the sexiest."
That would have to be one of my corsets. I adore lingerie, which most of you know already. I love the feel of the satin and lace against my skin. I love the way good lingerie follows my curves, yet not too tight. I feel sexy in all of it. But I especially feel sexy in corsets, which hug my curves, cinch me in (that submissive streak again, I think), and lifts my breasts up. I love how it changes my silhouette in a dress, and what it does for my posture. I love how men look at me in corsets, whether I am dressed and they don't know I am in one, or whether I wear one as a top (which Paul has had me do a few times), or when I am ready to have sex with a man. Every man responds to a corset. And that turns me one, to know I have that power in a corset.
I ended up picking my red and black one. It's a little trashier than my others. I'd never wear it as a blouse. But it was my first one and wearing it always reminds me of that first time, of how I felt, and how I have felt since then. Red satin with black lace trim. Matching thong panties (though I rarely actually wear those.). I put it in, as well as a white linen nightgown, something you'd expect out of a Jane Austen novel, it's so modest.
Our weekend was nice. We had a wonderful dinner the first night. It was refreshing to be on my own for clothes. I dressed nice, but not over the top for Paul,. and we made love slowly that night. It was delicious.. Saturday we shopped,which was fun. Then at lunch, the build up began.
"Tell me." Paul said, "what your perfect man would be like."
"That would be you." I said.
"Ah my dear, I actually think we are perfect for each other. But I am not blind to the fact that I am a man in my fifites, and you are over a decade younger. So, let's say you were to pick a man who.... physically, would be your perfect choice."
"You are serious."
"Of course I am, How else can I make sure I have the perfect stranger for you."
I laughed. But I also tingled a little.
"OK. About your height, six foot or so. I like a man taller than me."
Paul just nodded.
Maybe a little more muscular than you. Not abnormally built, but defined chest and (I began to blush a little) abs. Dark full hair."
Paul was nonplussed at the description, who was becoming less and less like Paul with each phrase.
