Sandy knew she was hot. Her husband told her she was hot. Her other lovers told her she was hot.
Early forties, blond curls, full figured but curvy and firm, 36D breasts that showed only the right amount of sag, nice large nipples and a soft, tight cunt.
Oh yeah – her other lovers.
Sandy had been seeing other men on the side for years. It was just something that, well – she needed.
She'd never told her husband. She was convinced he'd be destroyed by it – and then his career would suffer, too, since his firm put a premium on senior staff having 'the right kind' of wives.
And, she had to admit, she always was thrilled by the opportunity to get downright dirty with her other men. She chose them for that very reason. Sandy was convinced Tom, her husband, would never understand or be able to meet those particular needs.
Sandy had her own career and she was very enthusiastic about Tom pursuing his. They both enjoyed the professional life and the comforts it brought them at home. So there was never any question about Tom, a senior manager with a mining company, being away from home on field trips or visiting overseas customers.
For Sandy those absences provided the chance to get her own work done – and to find time for whichever of her new men took her fancy at that particular time.
Gary had been around for a while. Sandy had sampled him soon after she decided it was time to expand her experiences in a new direction. There'd been plenty of dirty, kinky sex. She enjoyed completely behaving like a slut and being treated like one. After all, it was all for fun and she got more than enough love at home. Over the years she'd gotten better and better at pleasuring cocks, sucking on them, even swallowing cum. She knew that tracked along with her general...was it decline?...into wilder and more adventurous sex. Having men shoot their loads into her mouth or even onto her face – well, that was only a part of what she enjoyed as a sexual plaything.
And then a couple of years prior one of her lovers had taken her to meet another couple and they'd enjoyed a very nice foursome. Sandy knew she wasn't bisexual – but she'd had a great time nonetheless sharing her body with another woman and sampling hers in return.
She'd also spent some time reading and cruising around the web. It was there she learned all about the meaning of her darkest desires, her want to be used and abused. Soon Sandy was ready to experience a whole new level of lust and excitement. She became certain that sexual submission to the right man would allow her to really let go and find the ultimate peak of sexual pleasure.
And so it was that, after a little trial and error, she'd found Gary on the web and struck up an email conversation with him about his interest in BDSM. It wasn't his only sexual interest, which made Sandy a little more relaxed. But he seemed willing to discuss it with her rather than demand things of her. Sandy felt she could be safe with Gary and confident about the opportunities he offered.
Gary wasn't her first or only 'dominant' lover. She'd already had her share of spankings, even some rudimentary rope bondage. Sandy loved it all. But now, with Gary, she was ready to really experience sexual submission in a more raw form.
Sandy wanted to feel totally debased. She wanted to feel like some kind of animal. A sexual object who would give and be taken beyond her will or control. Deep down she knew that giving up all control, that being nothing but a toy for the pleasure of another, was the path to the most incredible joy and self-discovery. Nor was she to be a fragile doll – Sandy wanted to feel pain, knew that physical abuse would thrill her, cherished the excitement and the fear that came with every thought of having a kind, caring lover who would hurt her!
And Gary had, of course, been wonderful! Quickly he'd introduced Sandy to a whole world she'd only imagined existed. It wasn't just the bondage and the new positions...or the new sex toys...or the spankings...the crop...the cane...
It was precisely that she could allow herself to release her inner needs...to feel totally free of any guilt or misgivings...simply to be reduced till she was less than a woman, no longer a person. Gary could demand things of her – things she'd secretly wanted to give for so long. He trained her to beg – beg for more. With Gary she learned to call out to him when she wanted his cum splashed on her face or gushed into her open mouth. She learned the discipline of the routines he coached her in, and the sexual positions she would assume with a single-word command so that she was available to him instantly. She learned the joy of silent obedience, knowing it pleased him and, thus, satisfied her. She learned, too, that at last she could ask to try so many of the things she'd imagined or discovered during her trawling on the web.
She loved it all!
It wasn't all plain sailing of course – what is? Sandy had never really gotten comfortable with anal sex – the one aspect of being a slut that was denied to her. And the fact she went home to Tom (or that he would be back home in only a day or two) meant there always was caution about vigorous beatings lest she be left with bruises or marks. But that was a small sacrifice.
Besides, her strongest need was to allow Gary his pleasure – and she really only needed her mouth, her cunt and, if he allowed it, her hands to do that.
Of late Gary had begun to mutter out loud about an inclination he had to 'share' Sandy with one or more of his dominant friends. Sandy never asked about him directly about this – but inside she felt both arousal and pride at the thought.
And recently she'd finally found the courage to raise with Gary the subject of golden showers. Why not? An act that truly would debase her. A most intimate act of giving herself to another.
Oh, of course, she 'gave' herself to her husband frequently. Tom was a very skilled lover and Sandy delighted in 'offering' herself to him whenever the mood took her – like making sure she was doing a little nude sunbathing when he popped home early some afternoons, when she would crouch on hands and knees beside their pool while Tom to pumped his load into her.
Tom – her husband was great, a wonderful fuck and the best companion Sandy could want.
But after all these years she just knew one of them would die from embarrassment or shock if she ever let Tom know what she wanted, needed...and how she got it. She just knew...she couldn't...
Gary, on the other hand, was not only ready for what she wanted and needed...he was ready to take her to places she hadn't even been sure she wanted to experience.
Which was not what he had in mind for this afternoon. On the scale of intensity this was to be a fairly standard play date. Sandy had been hungry for a long, demanding session after a few busy weeks with work and social engagements. But he could spare her only a couple of hours that day he'd said - apparently he had something else to attend to that Saturday. She was a little miffed because the opportunities for them to play were infrequent as it was.
Still – there was no way she couldn't enjoy his attention. As soon as she'd walked in Gary had ordered her to lift her skirt and bend over for him. Then her panties had been yanked down to her knees. She was wet and her smooth shaven cunt lips swelled up as he looked and commented on her slutty appearance. Sandy still found it difficult to be examined like this – she still thought of the imagined imperfections of her body. But naturally that only made Gary enjoy it all the more!
Soon after Sandy was draped over Gary's lap as he delivered one of his trademark spankings – long, drawn out with his hands alternating to deliver blows that began softly but after a while had left her skin feeling hot and raw. Sandy didn't mind that – she never minded that. In fact, this afternoon Sandy had begun to moan aloud from the very first blow of Gary's broad hands.
From there she was ordered to bend over the arm of the lounge chair and now Gary used his favourite paddle on her butt. It was strange to Sandy even after all this time that she could enjoy this abuse so much despite Gary practically ignoring her cunt – in fact, all her erogenous areas. But there was no denying the deep stirrings Sandy felt at receiving a measured beating like this. She knew she got physical enjoyment from being spanked (or worse!) but even deeper was the sense of fulfilment from the deferral of her own sexual needs. That she was forced to wait reinforced the fact that she was a mere sex toy.
Gary cared about Sandy and her needs. Yet he understood her greatest need was to be used without thought or mercy.
And the feel and the sound of the paddle striking her taut arse was something Sandy almost could not get enough of. The cane...the cane was a thrill...having overcome her initial fears...but the paddle! – the slap of the leather and the weight behind it when Gary drove it into her arse cheeks. Sandy knew that some women treasured the deep bruises a dominant could create with a paddle. It was something she wondered about...but had resigned herself to never experiencing.
Next Sandy was ordered to her feet and told to strip naked. There was no need for the order to be repeated! Happily, Sandy noted how her heavy D-cup tits swayed as she took up the position Gary had taught her was required at this point of the play. Sandy thought of her tight cunt as her best asset. But there was no doubt her tits were a close second. She waited for his fingers to grasp her nipples, to squeeze her fulsome tits. All her men loved her tits. Tom loved them and she knew he enjoyed the fact that when they were together in public other men would allow their eyes to linger on her bust. Surely he'd never have guessed that she enjoyed the pleasure of having them tortured – bound tightly, flogged, even having hot wax poured over them.
