My Journey 7

It was mid-April a few years ago, I was home lonely and bored. The kids were sleeping. I had recently become single, and I needed something. I really wasn't sure what that was though. I had spent a lot of time on Facebook. There were a few groups on there that I was in at the time that pertained to BDSM. There were always a few men that would come on and say hi to me. There really was no one I connected with though.

It was late one night, and I was about to log off. I received a message from someone in the group named Andy, and I was immediately interested. We wrote back and forth everyday and eventually we started talking on the phone. He was a truck driver. There was something about him. I couldn't seem to get him out of my head. Everything about him was so different from every other man I had spoken to.

My daughter had moved to North Carolina to be with her husband who was in the Marines. He was not far off from his discharge and she decided she wanted to come back home and wait for him. I decided to resign from my job in June, being that all my kids were grown. I went to North Carolina and stayed with them until the beginning of October. Then I brought her and her kids home to Ohio.

This all fell into place with me wanting to be with Andy. I argued with my thoughts for a long time. Should I leave with him? Would I be safe? One thing I did know was that I needed to take a chance. A chance for happiness like I've never known before.

Andy and I talked everyday and after six months we decided that we wanted to be together. On October sixth he told me he would be driving through Cleveland. Early afternoon the next day he messaged me and told me he was on his way to my daughter's house to pick me up. I was nervous and excited at the same time.

When he pulled up in front of the house, I said goodbye to my kids and grandkids. I picked up my bag and started a journey of a lifetime.

As soon as I saw him I knew leaving with him was the right decision. He took me in his arms and hugged me tight. He opened the passenger door and helped me up inside.

A couple of hours later we were parked at a truck stop. It was the first time we had been able to really talk face to face. We talked more about what we wanted, what we desired. After all we met in a BDSM group. We both wanted someone in that lifestyle.

Sitting in the bunk we did more than talk though. We would occasionally make out like a couple of teenagers. As night fell he stripped me of my clothing. He shed his clothes and turned me onto my stomach. I knew I wanted him to take me.

He positioned himself over me. His fingers glided between my legs to reveal how wet I had become just from being near him. He slid his cock between my legs getting it wet. He didn't hesitate as he guided his cock into my ass. I had only done anal twice before. I wanted him to take me so badly that I didn't care. He was slow and steady at first. His hand reached up and gripped my neck firmly. He leaned in and asked me, "Are you sure that this is what you want, and I am who you want to be with?"

I answered quickly, "Yes I'm positive." All I could think was how badly I wanted him.

He gripped my neck tighter and plunged forward sinking his cock deep into my ass. I let out a scream that startled even myself. At the same time, I was so turned on that the pain meant nothing. I was so into it that I arched my back and pushed into him with every thrust.

After he finished I was extremely wet and felt completely satisfied. He kissed me and that was the first time I heard him say, "Good girl." The smile it brought to my face was indescribable. It was the first time I felt so wanted and so safe with anyone.

Our journey with one another had begun. We had made a few stops to adult stores in our travels whenever it was possible. We had picked up some restraints, a flogger, clamps, a magic wand, a few videos and other toys.

The first time I felt the vibrating massager was something I will never forget. My orgasms were so intense that it took me a long time for my breath to slow to normal. The flogger was my second favorite toy. I would lay on the bed naked and I needed no restraints at the time. I wanted so much to feel the straps against my body.

He stood over me as I closed my eyes. I heard the flogger as it whipped through the air and felt the strands integrate with my body. The pain and pleasure were so intense that it was hard to decipher one from the other. I moaned so loud at the time that I thought some other drivers would hear me.

I didn't care though. I wanted to feel more. I cried out to him, "Harder!" I believe at first, he was afraid that he would hurt me. The more I pleaded the harder he brought it down onto my body. It was so pleasurable that at first, I couldn't fathom what was happening. The more pain I received, the more turned on I had become. I longed for more pain.

Any chance we got to play, we took it. Our first weekend off, we went to Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. I had never been there. We decided to rent a cabin in the mountains for the weekend. It was beautiful. We would relax and enjoy the cabin.

When we would play, he'd restrain me when using the magic wand because I couldn't take the orgasms. They were so intense. I was barely used to one orgasm with other men. Having multiple ones was something my body was not used to.

We would relax in the hot tub on the deck before we continued our play time. Usually there was a pool table in the cabins we rented. We would play completely naked, and when it was my shot he would come up behind me with the wand. He would hold it tight against my clit until my entire body would tremble. Then he'd stop, and we'd continue to shoot pool. Sometimes we would play strip pool. We would head back out to the deck and he leaned me over the rail. He'd bury his cock as deep as he could into my pussy. My cries and moans echoed into the mountains. We would have our play sessions wherever we were, on the couch, the hot tub or the deck. It didn't matter to us. I loved him more than I ever thought it was possible to love someone.

We had stopped another night and went back to the bunk. He secured me in place on the bed. The back windows were cracked open some. He brought out the clamps and the wand. When he placed the clamps on my nipples I let out a high-pitched shriek. The pain was intense but so satisfying. He turned on the wand and stroked it slowly between my legs. Then he'd stop on my clit and hold it there. I would scream so loud that I'm sure people around thought I was being tortured. I was. But in a very good way. I would cum so hard that my body went numb. He would only wait a few minutes to get a drink and start all over again. My screams and moans were so loud, I now knew people had heard me.

After three or four orgasms he would let me rest. Resting didn't last long. My body was in overdrive and I needed more. I moved down, his cock still hard and wanting. I would gently grip it and let my tongue taste him. My mouth wrapped tightly around his cock, sucking and licking. Bringing him pleasure turned me on even more. I felt my juices start to drip down my leg. His hand would reach and tangle in my hair. I gagged and moaned on his cock, it was buried deep in my throat. I was trying to catch my breath. Each time I would go all the way down on him, his hand would hold my head pressed up against his body. The tears flowed from my eyes. Saliva dripped down my face. I felt him make me take all his cock. It was immensely pleasurable when he would force me to take all of it in my mouth.

My favorite time was when he had my head hanging off the bed while I was lying on my back. I had no control over how much of his cock entered my throat. It was forceful and rough, but I loved it.

We only have sex a couple times a year. Our relationship isn't based on sex. Yes, we play with one another. I love going down on him. I receive more orgasms than most women. Just to get one another off, satisfies both of us more than sex would.

He was more than I could've wished for. We had our hard times of course. When you spend twenty-four hours a day together in a space smaller than a jail cell, it will get to you. It will get to any couple. I would get so mad at him sometimes over stupid shit and ignore him. All he had to do was look at me and it made me smile. Man, I hated that. I still do because I can never stay mad at him.

A few months had passed, and we headed to Michigan. I believe we were somewhere around Detroit parked at a truck stop.

For this part I need to explain that whenever we got out or into the truck he would open the door and help me. I haven't opened a door in three and a half years. Anyway, when we walked he would always gently wrap his hand around the back of my neck. I loved when he did that. I was after all completely all his at this point.

We had walked into the truck stop to get a few things and then back to the truck. He helped me up into it. We had started to play, and I was as always very vocal. Just as we had finished, he heard a knock on the cab door. He quickly put his clothes on and answered it as I was getting dressed. To our surprise there stood a cop. He told us to step out of the truck and they immediately separated us. Upon stepping out we noticed that our truck was surrounded by police cars. They were questioning him, and I was so nervous. They then began to ask me if I was there of my own free will. They said they had received a call about a girl being forced into the truck and the screams that came from within. At this point I was embarrassed at having to explain to the officers what was really happening. We laugh about it now but at the time it was terrifying.

Anyway, back to the rest of the story. There were times that I was so loud in the truck that when we got out to get something to drink there were men standing by their trucks smiling towards me. I know they heard me. I would get somewhat embarrassed but then it passed, and I smiled back.

I have fantasized every now and then about the other men taking me. I would go into the truck stop late at night to use the restroom and as I returned they would be waiting for me. They would force me into their truck and tear my clothes from me. Using me anyway they saw fit.

I would never act on it of course, unless it was alright with Andy. I would never do anything to lose his trust.

We spent a lot of time in Gatlinburg at a local tavern. Saturday nights they were always so crowded. Of course, we'd hit the pool table. When there was no one back there I would flash him my tits to distract him. It was on the second floor so there were people on the street that could see. It never really dawned on me until one night.

It was so packed in the tavern and people were dancing everywhere. I had a man come up behind me, but his back was to mine. I was wearing a short black dress and thigh high boots. I felt his hand slide up my thigh and I jumped. Andy was talking to a friend, so he didn't notice. We were both a little drunk, ok a lot drunk. As we stood there this strange man began sliding his fingers to move my panties to the side. His fingers traced my lips before parting them. Within seconds they were inside my pussy, thrusting them in and out. His thumb was massaging my clit. Within minutes I was on the verge of an orgasm. When he finished with me he walked back over to the other side of the bar. My face was so red from embarrassment.

Later that night I told Andy what happened, all he said to me was, "You should have taken him in the bathroom and returned the favor". All I could do was laugh because I never would have expected him to say that.

Recently we had to take a plane to Idaho Falls to pick up a new truck. There were three plane transfers, and one had a layover In Las Vegas. We spent three days there. On our second day we decided to visit the hustler club.

We visit these establishments whenever we can. Yes, I like women. They are a huge turn on for me. We spent the entire day with one dancer that I couldn't keep my eyes or hands off. She straddled my lap and had me undress her. It was quite exciting. Her hands rubbed across my body, occasionally she would firmly grasp my tits and squeeze. Andy bought me lap dances all day that day. He would never get one for himself. It turned me on enough that I would do anything for him.

I look forward to many more years of our journey together. More experiences for us to share, and maybe a woman or two. I've looked for someone to join in on the fun we have. How do you go up to a single woman and ask if she'd like to join in? One day I'll find the right woman to share in our fun. Until then I can still fantasize about how we would touch one another. How we would make Andy feel pure bliss.

I know our relationship isn't based on one lifestyle or another. We do what makes us happy. I know I belong to him. I always will. No, I don't have to call him Sir, but he knows how I feel. I still love pain, I love bringing him pleasure. He knows there isn't anything I wouldn't do to please him. I still look over to him while he's driving and smile.

The trust, loyalty and unconditional love are there between us and it always will be. No, it may not be a normal relationship, it may not be a relationship in the lifestyle. It's a relationship that we've made our own.