So I fell in love with and have been with a woman who's over half my age. It started out as a simple conversation through IG, I answered a dm and what lead from there changed me. She asked me questions I never even thought about and made me think deeper than I wanted. But, I'm married and have children, so I didn't think the conversations were leading anywhere. We were kind of flirty buy I didn't want to cross any lines as if my wife saw these... one message started out very simply asking about my day etc, then she hit me with the do you know anything about bdsm? I knew the phrase but didn't really have much thought. Other than being tied up or stuff like that I didn't know, and had never tried anything. This lead to more and more questions and me thinking about how things may feel and there were things she talked about that clearly excited me.
As our conversations revolved more and more about bdsm, she revealed she was a Dom and if I was interested in being a slave? This was all on line so I didn't think this could hurt and said yes. I didn't know what I was getting into, to say the least. Our time together revolved around many things and only certain time we talked about bdsm and I had lots of questions. She has become a guide for this world and my lover, we'll, the only person I've had sex with. I have dedicated everything to her.
I have been living with her for some time, as we don't really expose our relationship to many. But her expectations were pretty plain, have breakfast and coffee ready when she wakes up and is out of the shower, be ready to massage and lotion before breakfast and tend to any other request. While she is gone, I clean, do the laundry, go to the gym, then get her dinner ready after I've cleaned myself up. When she arrives home, dinner and her drink of choice will be waiting, I am to greet her at the door and then wait for further instructions. No 2 evenings were the same as she always had something on her mind.
This particular day, she left as usual, after I gave her a massage and fed her breakfast. Throught the day, she would text me random pictures or phases so I knew she was a special kind of mood. She messaged that she'd be home at a certain time and to have 2 plates set. One for her, and one for a guest. The thought I had, made me excited yet cautious knowing the mood she was in.