Let me introduce myself, my name is Kathy a 65 year old retired nurse from London England. I now live in a sleepy village in Surrey where not a lot happens at all. I was divorced 10 years ago and have had the odd boyfriend but nothing that could be termed permanent.
I suppose I'm a little bit bias in my choice of male companion,and as a result, I had been without sex for several years after my husband left me. This is strange as the main reason he left me was because I was so demanding in the bedroom.
My friends tried to encourage me to find lovers, but I never did. The male friends I met after my divorce never really set me alight!
A couple of years ago a very good friend of mine introduced me to a mild form of BDSM. We were chatting one evening over a bottle of very nice Chardonnay. Discussing men at one point.
"I have only really ever had one decent lover," said Sally, "and that was Clifford."
"What about your husband?" I replied.
"Oh Mathew was lovely and I did love him dearly, but he could never make me orgasm."
I nearly choked on my wine, "I thought you were such a lovely couple."
"Thank you, that's very kind," Sally said, "but he left me, remember?"
"Well I mean it, and anyway, who the hell is Clifford?"
"Is darling very much is!" Replied Sally
"Oh my goodness, you have a lover?" I exclaimed.
"He is actually my personal fitness coach." Sally beamed.
"Come on spill the beans - I want to know all about him."
Sally went on to explain that she started going to a local gym where she met Clifford. She described him as a very fit 35 year old, married but like her lacking a little in the sex department.
"He has a gorgeous wife but since the birth of twins went right of sex." She explained.
"Did your husband know about him?"
"Yes he knew he was my private coach, just not what we got up to."
"And what is that exactly?" I asked
Sally went on to explain that Cliff (as she calls him) was very attentive as her coach. He would hover quite close to her when she was using any of the many machines at the gym. Then one day he offered to coach her privately out of the glare of the main Gym and its many users.
She was a little concerned but thought what the hell why not. At the time she was still with Matthew but he was fine with it.
"Anyway things progressed and when Matthew left, Cliff was quite a frequent visitor."
"So is he still with his wife then?" I asked.
"Yes, I would never expect him to leave her for me."
She then continued the story explaining that Cliff sees her every Friday afternoon. Although they have great sex she still was unable to orgasm even with her new lover.
She discussed this with him and he suggested a bit of bondage might help.
"Hell," I said, "I'm not sure I would like that."
"No I wasn't either, but what happened next blew my mind," Exclaimed Sally.
"What on earth do you mean?"
"Here let me show you," said Sally and with that led me upstairs to her spare bedroom. She produced a key from a flower pot nearby and opened the door.
The room was done out like a dungeon with hanging straps and all sorts of toys lining the walls. And there in the middle of the room was a bench of sorts.
"This is my correction bench, and I can say that I discovered my first true orgasm on here," she said patting the padded seat.
"It's actually an Extreme obedience sex bench, purchased on line last year."
"Wow!" I exclaimed, "it looks interesting."
Sally showed how it worked by climbing on to it. "You see your legs go in these straps," she said pointing to a couple of sturdy straps by her legs.
"These straps in the middle hold your body on, and you rest your head on this rest at the end."
She laid on the bench saying, "of course I would be naked and very vulnerable strapped to this."
"Wow it looks awesome, and does Cliff fuck you while you are on there?"
"Erm yes," she said, "but there is a whole lot more to it than just fucking."
Sally explained how Cliff was able to give her such incredible orgasms while she is strapped to the bench. I was astounded as it sounded awesome.
"Why don't you try it?" Sally said.
"How can I?" I asked "I haven't got a hunk like your Cliff to teach me."
"Let's go back downstairs, I have some pictures that I want to show you. Then we can work out if this Woud be good for you." Sally said.
We opened another bottle of wine and Sally got her laptop out and started to show me pictures of herself.
Now these were not ordinary snap shots, these were pretty much pornagraphic images. The first few showed Sally strapped to the bench from different angles.
"You still have a wonderful body Sally," I said.
