The only reason I noticed him was that unlike most of the men in those places he didn't try to hit on me. He was actually rather shy. It was I who asked to sit at his table and opened the conversation by making a few comments about the venue. Gradually we began to talk and while he was no great intellectual, Tony had a lot of experience in areas like managing bands and promoting music events which impressed me at the time. He was in his early 40's and although he did not have the look of a tough guy from the way he spoke he seemed to be involved in an underworld milieu, which I found quite fascinating. While we chatted on and off he made no attempt to try and impress me or to pick me up, and it was only when I was leaving that he asked about seeing me again. I gave him my phone number not really expecting him to call.
About a week later he rang and asked me out. I didn't really see him as boyfriend material, but I thought it might be nice to have a more mature man to take me around occasionally and I was interested to see something of his world. It was a world of late night bars and alternative music gigs about which I knew little. The occasional evening (and early morning) spent in his company gradually developed into something more regular, and without even realising what had happened at first we began seeing each other. It was certainly not a conventional relationship, but I think that was part of the attraction for me. Rather than taking me to dinner or out clubbing, Tony brought me along while he conducted his business dealings in various low-life joints. It was never very clear exactly what kind of business was involved. Something not strictly legal, I gathered. Although he tried to act like a gangster, he was not really the mean or brutal type. But he really got off on having a pretty young thing like me hanging off his arm, and in particular he loved it if I wore my school uniform. I was still in school and in those days it was fashionable to wear the skirt as short as possible. No doubt it looked cool among the people he dealt with for a middle aged man to have a hot young schoolgirl hanging on his arm during his devious dealings. I appreciated that he never allowed anyone to bother me in any way, although I got the impression some of his associates were tempted to ask if I was *available* for more than being ogled.
The first time we had sex was almost accidental. I'd had a bit much to drink and was not in any condition to go home. Tony suggested that I rest at his place for a while an he'd drive me home later. I know that sounds like he was just trying to get me into bed, but he was really rather protective towards me and had never tried to push me into anything. In any case I was in no fit state to care as soon after we got to his house I felt violently ill and needed to throw up. My dress ended up a mess, and Tony said I should take it off and he would put it into the wash for me. While he was doing that I literally crawled into his bed just wearing my bra and panties.
It sounds kind of romantic, but I was feeling as sick as a dog. Tony was a real gentlemen and after checking on me he left me alone to sleep. It was already early in the morning and he must have been tired, but he didn't use that as an excuse to crawl in next to me. I awoke an hour or two later feeling a lot better as vomiting must have purged the toxins from my body. I still felt confused and at first I wondered where I was. Just then Tony came in to see how I was and to bring me some water. I really appreciated his thoughtfulness and after telling him that I was feeling better I said "Why don't you lie down for a while. You must be tired." It was his bed, after all.
Soon we were cuddling and kissing. I'd never really done that with Tony before. Since I was wearing only a bra and panties our tentative cuddles soon developed into something more. I must have still been affected by alcohol although I was no longer drunk. "Love me, Tony" I told him even though I was not sure what that meant. He slowly unhooked my bra as we kissed and he moved down to suck on my nipples. Waves of ecstacy flowed through my body and I reached down and took off my panties. I was naked and very excited and I'm sure Tony knew that I wanted him. Especially since I was moaning "Fuck me, fuck me" over and over.
Instead of just fucking me Tony asked if I'd mind being tied up. I'd never done anything like that before but I was intrigued and readily agreed. Since he didn't have any ropes and had to use the cord from his dressing gown, I think it was really just some kind of kinky game he thought might appeal to a young inexperienced girl like me. As a matter of fact it did! I discovered that I loved being tied up during sex. It was a revelation. I didn't even know the word bondage back then, but what amazed me was that for the first time during sex with a man I had an orgasm! From then on I insisted on being bound as part of our sex play. It's the one thing I learned from Tony that has stayed with me ever since.
Our relationship briefly flowered into something quite intense, but it all came to a tragic end when my mother eventually found out what kind of man her young schoolgirl daughter was dating. She immediately forbade me from seeing Tony again. Although I was still at school, I was already 18 and considered myself quite grown up. Despite my very limited experience I felt myself to be a mature woman and being with Tony had only strengthened this view. I was used to hanging out in places most girls my age didn't even know existed much less ever got to see, and I didn't need to listen to some out of touch older person like my mother. I flatly refused to stop seeing Tony.
Mother realised that the only way she was going to make an impression on the inflated sense I had of my place in the world would be by more drastic action. I was grounded and, although I didn't know at first, she arranged to take me away with her to stay with relatives in another state. When I found out what she had planned I assumed it would only be for a few days. I affected to appear unconcerned, ever self aware of my newfound *maturity* and wanting to seem unfazed by Mother's frantic attempts to end my relationship with Tony. She kept me away for over a month, far longer than I had expected. Despite my increasingly irate protests I was not allowed out of her sight and I was not able to contact Tony at all. I became quite frantic and protested long and loud, but all to no avail. When we eventually returned home, I was allowed one final, closely-supervised chance to talk to Tony during which I had to tell him I was not allowed to see him any more. There was certainly no opportunity for any bondage sex, and we were both in tears. I had never seen a grown man cry before.
I was devastated and felt that my whole life had been ruined by my crazy mother. I did manage to sneak in a few quick phone calls to Tony, but I was ever under the watchful eye of my mother. So despite sobbing vows of undying love to each other, I was unable to see him again. I had to account for all my movements in great detail, and my mother would insist on coming with me as much as possible. She very definitely did not want her young daughter turning out to be a gangster's moll, or even to have a relationship with an older man. Eventually I began to get over it. I really had no choice and slowly I gave up my hopes of every being with Tony.
I spent the next year or so without a sexual relationship. It was at this time that I became friends with Chloe and I began to confide everything to her. Not only did I tell her that I had previously been in a relationship with an older man, but also about the bondage, how I had responded to that, and everything else. Chloe also shared with me her own desires and fantasies, and for the first time I realised that I was not the only person in the world who felt as I did. This meant that we bonded much more strongly than girlfriends usually do, and we were totally open with each other. It felt like she was my other half. The half that was more assertive, more daring and more sophisticated than I usually felt. She knew all about my dreams and inclinations so Chloe was very protective of me and immediately became my guardian in a sense that my mother would have envied. Naturally she also took the opportunity to fill the void that splitting with Tony had left in my life. We very quickly became inseparable and soon I had submitted to her in almost every way. I allowed her to order me around and I willingly served her in any way she demanded. I imposed no limits on my servitude, so my friend Chloe effectively became my dominant, although I didn't know about such relationships at that time.
My bondage experiments with Tony had been a thrill for me, unlike anything I had ever experienced. But Tony didn't seem to know much and apart from discovering that I liked to be tied up during sex our relationship was really quite innocent. The bondage had piqued my curiosity about unconventional sex but what I'd been able to discover from books in the library and other sources was very limited. Mostly my ideas were based on pure fantasy and I spent hours thinking about how someone would come and take me, tie me up and make me theirs. I'd had such ideas since I was very young and the attraction to being treated like that, although very strong, was little more than girlish dreams that had incorporated a sexual element only after I'd discovered sexual feelings.
