I am so pleased with the last year I feel compelled to write about it and let everyone know what has developed in my life. The first view belongs to me and it's how I remember the events taking place. I have asked my dominant and partner to write her reflections on our past and that is the second view.
I have been in the same neighborhood for decades and there is only one neighbor that I have had any meaningful interaction with. I always had the idea that if the situation presented itself a relationship could be possible. She is in her early sixties and I in my early seventies. Due to the internet my views on sexuality and relationships have changed from traditional to liberal or a better description would be kinky.
Last fall I checked my mail and then drove to the end of the street to turn around and noticed she was planting flowers. I stopped and told her she needed a gardener to do that work. Her reply was that was so true and she needed someone to do more than planting flowers. She smiled and invited me in for a drink.
We stood in the kitchen and as she poured Old Charter she opened up. She had a tub shower that would not work, a backyard that was full of dead branches, and a deck that needed painting, that and regular housecleaning that she absolutely hated to do. I agreed that she had a lot of work and I was in the same situation. She smiled as she told me I should just work at my house some and then come over and work for her. We both laughed over that and then she added, what she really needed was a slave to do as she commanded. That comment hung in the air like it demanded a comment but I just stood there. She must have sensed something. I will never be sure what, but that was the beginning of our special relationship.
A few drinks later with Old Charter churning thru my veins we kissed. My response was to push my tongue deep into her mouth but she pushed me away. Her comment was that it had been years since she had felt that. I wanted more but she kept her hands on my chest pushing me away. It was not a rejection but more of a feeling of slowing down.
I wanted to get more intimate, she wanted to talk. She began asking questions like, did I always get so excited so easily and what I liked and what fantasies I had. I really did not know what to say so I told her what I assumed to be the truth. She was different to me than other women and that I liked almost everything. I sensed she was expecting more and then she asked me if I liked to kiss. I replied that I did. Then the next question was how did I like them.
Now I stuttered as I said all kinds of ways. I was nervous, she was smiling but seemed puzzled at my generic answers. She placed her hand on my chest over my heart and then kissed me. A light kiss, no tongue, and brief. She pulled back, looked at me for a half minute and then kissed again with full contact, wet as could be, her tongue probing my mouth and as she withdrew a brief but sharp bite on my lower lip She laughed as she told me that my heart rate jumped on the second kiss. She then knew I loved kissing deep, lots of tongue and plenty of saliva.
I had felt so much in charge, so confident with her and now I felt that I had no control, no place for me and my desires to hide and that she was leading and all if could do was to follow. She refreshed our drinks and returned next to me as before. We talked but not serious topics. She asked about my fantasies. I stumbled again and she put her hand on my wrist and asked me if I could open up to her. She asked if I were normally a dominate male and after a few seconds she asked if I were more submissive.
I stated to speak and with a big smile she told me she suspected I might be submissive. I did not know how to respond but she made it easy for me. I was told she wanted me submissive. My pulse rate had already given her my answer.
Her questions hitting so close to my true feelings, the booze, and her warm sensual being left me in a mood where I knew I could not fool her in any way. She knew almost everything about me without me telling her anything else.
She cuddled next to me and whispered that she loved what she was finding out about me and she wanted to know everything or else she would have to spank me to get the truth.
I started babbling. I just told her everything. I told her about my submissive feelings, the need to be controlled by a dominant female and for that female to lead in all things sexual. I told her how I loved and craved giving oral without any return demanded. She asked if I could be content giving oral and being denied regular intercourse on a routine basis. My answer was yes. She asked if I had ever been fucked—the use of that word put me into orbit—by a female. I told her no but I wanted that experience. She asked about me on the receiving end of moderate pain by spanking or whips and again I told her I wanted that.
While I was being interrogated she kept looking into my eyes and rubbing my wrists and chest as if to keep appraised of how my heart was responding. She wanted to know if I would completely give myself to her. Before I answered she kissed me deep, her salvia dripping from her probing tongue and her hand roaming on my chest and pinching my nipples. I tried to answer but she kept my mouth closed. When she did pull away I whispered yes, yes yes.
In one swift motion, she pulled her sweat pants down along with her panties. She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. My ears were grabbed and my head pulled to her sex. The only words spoken were for me to please. Her sex had a tart taste but I did not hesitate. I loved every minute of it. She finally shuttered and pushed me away.
