BACKGROUND TO STORIES:
A few years ago, I had an online relationship with a 'Friend with Benefits' - okay I was being polite, potential Fuck Buddy.
Sadly, we lost touch and never actually met, but I was glad that this inspiring, funny and courageous young man had been in my life.
I was also left frustrated! Plus, with an ongoing devotion to a sports team that will remain unnamed.
I then entered a period of extreme ill health, where my own body effectively turned against me and seemed determined to finish me off, which is quite disconcerting and more than a little annoying.
Next came - LOCKDOWN
Which apart from delaying medical treatment, surgery, the whole getting better thing, was incredibly boring, (yes, I work, but even so).
Hardly surprising then, that my imagination started to go wild and I began to imagine what adventures we may have had.
Then I started writing them down, because I was really enjoying myself.
Then I decided to share them, because maybe someone else is isolated, bored, horny, vulnerable to infection and would enjoy them as well.
Writing is an ambition of mine, so this is useful wrist exercise, (typing...not the other, you with the filthy mind!).
DISCLAIMER:
Names have been changed, locations also, so anything that seems familiar will be coincidental.
So, this is me, ever so slightly over excited.
Today I will be getting my hands on my very own Boy Toy for the first time.
Mike and I had been flirting and chatting, texting, and mutual - distance - masturbating for a while and had built up a solid buddy-ship, but we had both needed time to confirm trust.
Once we agreed that becoming playmates / fuck buddies was a forgone conclusion it was a case of deciding who was to go first in which role, as we intended to switch between him as Master and me as Mistress.
Safe words had been set, (simply using each other's actual name, or yelling cramp!) some fantasies shared, limits set, and things that didn't interest either of us had been set aside, (scat, puppy play, feet worshiping, ball bashing and degradation included).
Mike considered himself more naturally a dominant, but really wanted a chance to explore his submissive side. One of his most longstanding fantasies had started with wet dreams when he was in his early teens and involved an older woman having complete control over him. I suspected this older woman was inspired by Buffy re-runs, but he refused to confirm or deny this.
Now well out of his teens, the fantasy was for a much older women, (that's me then) taking control and doing whatever she wanted with him while he was helpless.
Pulling ideas out of various things both Mike and I wanted to explore, bondage etc (read on) I had persuaded him that I should go first as Mistress and that I needed two nights.
Much to my delight, he agreed. Once I had reassured him that he would be fully functional to go to work in between.
I felt a little lick of trepidation as I opened my door, meeting Mike for the first time. However, the caution and humour in his eyes put any doubts to rest straight away. I wasn't opening my door to a crazy person, and WOW, isn't he just cute as a button.
Mike's mouth fell open as he looked me up and down, not because I was awesome and attired head to toe in latex, (please, as if) I assumed it was because I had made sure I looked completely normal and nonthreatening. Scary costumes could wait, and my soft bamboo yoga pants and sleeveless vest, both black, were vital to the flexibility I needed tonight.
I thought I may have overdone the 'normal-ness' when Mike's mouth remained open but then he saw my purple socks and started laughing. Which was exactly my intention.
"No way are you my Mom's age." he said, the humour replacing any caution in his eyes, creating lovely little crinkles.
"I didn't say I was your Mom's age," I protested, "I said I was old enough to be your Mom." I paused, "Were I a teenage Ho!"
He laughed again and stepped forward into my arms when I opened them up in invitation, treating me to a lovely firm hug.
"Hi." he said
"Hi." I replied, laughing a little as I felt him run a hand down my ponytail.
I moved aside and led him into the hall. Next to the staircase was a table set up with some equipment.
Mike flicked me a glance and moved over to look at everything.
Blindfold, rope, wrist cuffs, lube, and some butt plugs, all quite small.
I moved over and rubbed his back, noticing him flinch a bit.
"You probably want to get used to me touching you Mike." I said, smiling at him.
"Sorry, I'm a bit nervous." he said, trying to smile. He couldn't take his eyes from the butt plugs.
I left my hand on his back. "Does something there concern you?"
He took a deep breath and let it out in a huff.
"Really?" he asked, picking up a plug and trying to smile at me.
"That's why you have a safe word."
Making the decision, he nodded and replaced the plug.
"I'm really nervous as well." I said.
"Okay."
"And really excited." I added, moving my hand down and cupping his ass.
Mike closed his eyes.
"Are you excited?" I asked.
"Oh God yea." he said, sending me a grin.
I patted his ass lightly and stepped back, giving him space.
"Okay, I'm going to show you where the shower is, you can start there. We can leave play for tonight, if you are not ready, just order pizza and chat.
"If you come down in your jeans and T Shirt and bare feet then I am in charge, and you are all mine, all night."
"Okay," he grinned at me again, "will I get pizza anyway?"
I laughed, starting to walk up the stairs, Mike following me. "Of course, Mates night in, pizza is compulsory."
I indicated the shower and towels and as I left him to it, my parting shot was,
"Mike, make sure you are super clean. Everywhere." I allowed my eyes to roam down to the obvious bulge in his jeans.
"Yes Mistress." he managed, before laughing and blushing. Oh yes, adorable.
Laughing I left him to his decision.
I wasn't surprised to see Mike come down twenty minutes later in bare feet, his hair slightly damp. He still looked concerned but managed a grin when he saw my feet were also bare, (the socks had been for comic value) but my toes nails were sparkly purple.
I smiled and indicted him to stop at the bottom of the staircase.
"We're staying here" I confirmed. "I want you to grip the banister on both sides."
Mike nodded, reaching both sides of the banister easily.
"You will need to keep hold of those for balance."
He nodded again, eyeing the towels, kitchen roll, plus disposable gloves that had joined the goodies on the table. Most of it wouldn't be used tonight, but he wasn't to know that.
I put on my game face, "You will answer 'Yes Mistress' when I give you an instruction so I can be sure you've understood. You will thank me when I give you pleasure or pain. You are not to stand there gazing around the room and silently questioning my decisions. Is that clear?"
Mike's shocked eyes snapped to me, but then he quickly looked at the floor. He was slightly flushed but I suspected it was equal parts embarrassment and anger.
I wasn't pissed at him, as I hadn't expected submission to come naturally to him.
"Yes, Mistress, sorry I understand." his voice broke a little.
