It began over the years, I have had a few close friends and my wife ask how I got involved in BDSM. Since I was a small boy, age 4 or so, I had fantasies of women bound, with their bare asses revealed to me. I think it might have been from some classic art book I had been exposed to that I don't remember, but that vision has remained clear to this day. The women were not typical of modern day models; they were very Rubenesque, large women with looks of worry and concern. Bound and possibly at a slave auction My brother made fun of me because I was interested in their asses and not the breasts. That is one of my oldest memories.
Those pictures disappeared, either the books were removed, if they were books, or the pictures hidden. As I grew towards maturity, I found pornography wherever I could get it, and stashed it in the woods, away from prying eyes. One of my favorites that I still reach for occasionally is Variations Magazine. It was full of erotic stories with very few pictures. The stories were on topics that intrigued and some even sickened me. My favorites were on domination and submission. I couldn't get enough of them and read them cover-to-cover. This was the primary tool for sparking my imagination and giving me ideas for future relationships.
Although in my youth, I was a Lifeguard with numerous girlfriends, only a few were long-term relationships. To develop the level of trust needed to talk about and initiate bondage and discipline into sex play, they typically have to be very long term relationships, this is my feelings anyway. Most of my girlfriends were dating relationships, vacationing tourists, spring breakers or girls visiting their grandparents for the summer. The few long-term relations I had were very vanilla, mostly because I rented a room from my parents and they were living at home. It wasn't until I was 21 that I began working in another city and often, instead of commuting, I would stay with my girlfriend.
Linda and I had been dating for about nine months and early on, she had expressed her desire to be in charge pretty often during our sex play. It was something she said she had some experience with in the past and wanted to explore further. This was fine to me and we had some great fun with it. There was no spanking, real pain or such, but there were commands, bondage and a lot of teasing. Mostly she got her way by denying me pleasure, but sometimes she needed more incentive to get me to do exactly what she wanted, when she wanted it. I back talked a lot and never really took any of it seriously.
One night we talked about it while lying in bed and I indicated that there were times when I felt my masculinity was threatened and that was when I rebelled and refused her demands, to regain my position as the male in the relationship. There was nothing she asked that I wouldn't do, I just was fighting the good fight. She flat out asked what she could do to get me past this barrier.
"Nothing," I replied. "It's me holding onto the position of dominant male and I don't think I'll ever put it aside. Too much ego I guess." She nodded thoughtfully and we snuggled and drifted off to sleep together.
The next day we worked on the farm some, loading hay bales and clearing out the stalls. She hadn't had a horse of her own in years, but she planned to take in a couple of horse borders for extra cash. Linda owned this small farm with her aging mother. The farm wasn't big, about 20 acres I'd say, but the nearest neighbor was a half-mile away, so it was private. Linda's mother was spending the summer in Europe with a retiree travel group. We really had it to ourselves even when her mother was here as she was a big bingo player and often went on cruises with the same group. Linda and I had both worked at the same hospital, her as a psych tech and me as a rec. therapist. I had recently left the hospital with the plan to take the summer off, and then to start running after-school programs in the fall. This would allow me to focus back on college and finish my degree, something I couldn't do with the demands of the Hospital. My summer plans were to do a lot to help out on the farm, enjoy the pool and relax.
Late in the day, as we walked across the field towards the house, she stopped me and ordered me to strip. "Come on Linda," I replied, "lets just hit the pool and get some sun."
"Slave," she said sternly, "I ordered you to strip, and you will continue the rest of the way to the house as you should have been all day, naked." I smiled sweetly at her and kept walking. Although her tone sounded fun, I was hot, tired and ready to relax. "You can do what I tell you to do now, or suffer for it later. Is this your choice slave?" she asked with her hands on her hips.
"Come on, I'll race you to the pool," I said as I set off running. I figured at the most, I would not get sex for a few days, and that pool was looking good. When I got to the pool, she was walking sternly towards me, then past me and into the house. I shrugged, stripped down, hosed all the grim off me, dove into the pool and then climbed out and onto one of the lounge chairs to get some sun and relax. I heard her on the phone, but couldn't tell whom she was talking to or what she was talking about.
After a bit, she came out of the house with a pitcher of tea, naked and ready to sun herself. She offered me a glass and poured tea for both of us. It seemed she wasn't mad anymore so we enjoyed the afternoon. At one point, she leaned down after getting out of the pool and sucked me till I was hard, then climbed on top of me and we fucked slow and long until we both were satisfied. She was a great looking woman, large natural breasts and a trim figure. Her eyes were usually laughing and since of humor kept me that way too. I knew she was a bit older than I was, although I didn't know how much older, but our maturity level was so similar it didn't matter. After having worked as a lifeguard for years, I took the job at the Hospital on a whim. It had been a good 2 years there, but my education was suffering. Running the after school programs would allow me to finish my degree.
That night we watched the sun set over the fields and pool, went for a twilight walk and had a late dinner before going to bed. We talked in bed about how we felt about each other, and how we could work through anything and fell asleep snuggling.
Day 2
The next morning I awoke with my usual hard on and I was blessed with her lips on me, getting me close to release. As I started to look down at her, I noticed something around my neck and that another woman was standing at the foot of the bed watching. I started to get up, startled that this stranger was watching us. Linda bit down hard. "Don't move or you lose it," she said through clenched teeth. I was very still, she continued slowly, and surely, for some time, until I began to moan with my approach to climax, that was when the blonde woman ordered her to stop. Linda stood up and left the room wordlessly. The stranger turned towards me. She was what you call a big beautiful woman wearing a corset, which squeezed her ample cleavage upward, and some type of latex pants. She had shoulder length blonde hair, seductive yet tasteful makeup and although she was overweight, she was very beautiful and well tanned.
She smiled and said "Hello Boy. My name is Mistress Mara and I am here to help you. Do you feel the collar around your neck? It is an electrical training collar. It has a 3-mile range and is waterproof. Although I don't think you will need it, since you are going to be well behaved and want to please me I am sure.
