From 35 to 55, I was very active in the BDSM lifestyle and made my living training subs for wealthy men. I was not a severe Dom. When I was forty-eight, I had three subs of my own. One was twenty two. Her name was Cerise and she frightened me with how deeply, she would spiral with breath control, climax denial and a little well timed pain. Often she made me wonder if she could go so deep that her mind would not return; but she and her body pleaded enough that my concerns always melted into my desire to dominate her. She was so appreciative afterward. Day after day, she worked tirelessly to please me. My other two subs, worked harder to match her trust and devotion.
Soon after my fiftieth birthday, Cerise brought her mother to me. Not as a present, but with the sincere hope that I could save the depressed, lonely, drug-abusing, suicidal woman. In all my years, I had never truly been in love, but I fell for Cerise's mother with all my heart, soul and mind. Cerise ultimately moved out to get married and have children with a man she never disclosed her needs to. She returned to her mother and me often to meet those needs. Her mother and I had five fantastic years until she was diagnosed with cancer and died within that year. Since then, I've had no desire for companionship or work. Friends were an unwelcomed distraction. I stayed at home, wrote and was becoming a hermit.
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For the last few years, my next door neighbors had been George and Arlene. George is a big man. He left early every morning and often came home late from working in the office of a consulting business he owned. Arlene worked with him for a while, but now stayed home. Every couple of days, I saw her working in her ever improving yard. We talked briefly when we passed fetching the mail or met along the fence line. I learned George was her third husband and they were now empty nesters. Usually, her forty year old body was wrapped in tight shorts and a blouse tied around her waist. She worked hard and sweat glistened on her body. I enjoyed looking at her when she stretched or bent over. Like me, she was alone most of the time.
Arlene had some trees and shrubs removed on her side of our shared fence. One day she was struggling to dig out and cut some heavy remaining roots. She needed help. We worked together for about an hour and finished just when the mail came. I instantly suspected the plain, unmarked package she received. A quick glance at the return address confirmed that Arlene knew the best company to order bondage gear.
"Carl, come on inside with me and let me give you a glass of tea after all the hard work you did for me."
"I never turn down the chance to sit with a lovely woman and drink tea."
My compliment and her box of secrets helped her blush. She led me into her home and checked that I was watching every move of her hips as I followed happily behind her.
I was relaxed and enjoying learning all about her but she seemed tense with me in her kitchen. "Arlene, is George's business still doing well during this down turn? He seems to be working longer and longer hours."
I was shocked at how freely she answered and disclosed so much, "Business is off but I'm sure he has another eighteen year old to keep him busy."
"I can't imagine that an eighteen year old could please a man as well as you could."
My comments clearly were out of place. She stiffened. I stood to leave but she did not move back to give me much room. Her large "Cs" arched at me and her body challenged me. I spun her, pinning both her wrists behind her back with my left hand and pulled her head back with her hair so she was looking directly into my eyes. First her body resisted but her eyes quickly rolled down to not challenge my strength. I lifted her in my left arm. She gasped and I let her suck the air from my lungs. Her body knew how to respond; it surrendered.
I loosened my hold on her and she slid slowly down my body, feeling how I appreciated her softness. I handed her the white box she had gotten in the mail and challenged her to be truthful with me, "Does your bed have slats that allow your arms and legs to be cuffed securely with leather and chains?"
She answered in character, "Yes." Immediately, she was shocked, realizing what she had disclosed. I squeezed her tighter, confirming that I already knew her secret and letting her know that her resistance was futile.
"I have often watched you and imagined that you need to feel strength, have your body controlled, submit and give your pleasure to your lover. Have you discussed your needs with your husband?"
