Part 1, Introducing Max.
(This grew from a stand-alone story about how Max meets the woman he marries. The story transitioned into the series, it is told as if he were writing an auto-biography. I am experimenting at writing a series so please let me know if it works for you.)
Chapter 1
Hi I am Max, this is not the name I was given by my parents for rather obvious reasons. This is in effect a resume or something I would give a lawyer. I lost my virginity in high school. The relationship did not last. I was 'Too Demanding' for my girlfriends' tastes. College was to follow the same rough road. Meet, get interested, sexual contact, then dumped. I was just starting my last year and the current girl who had lasted rather longer than any previous had just called off the plans for what we would do after college. Yes, she had said I was too demanding. Dumped yet again!
Then Something Happened.
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I won the lottery, not a vast amount, but enough to keep me financially independent well into old age! I may have been indiscrete, or my changed monetary habits gave me away as all the ex-girlfriends began to be around and asking for a second chance or some such. I am not much of a man who gives people, especially young women a second chance, but I was prepared to make exceptions. On my terms of course. I always set the conditions for the date, neutral territory, a meal and nothing more, I was being a gentleman.
Then I told them that I was planning a weekend away in New York and if they wanted, they could accompany me there. I would pay the airfare and a stay in a five-star hotel. A shared room was implied, but never explained. Some declined, but five accepted.
I got to test their limits and explore my own desires. It seems I was still too demanding as none of the five followed through for another date let alone another weekend with me. The contacts with ex-girlfriends ceased after the fifth weekend away, it seemed my demanding reputation had been passed around.
I finished College and moved back home to middle America. I began searching for a place to live, I sent enquiries to real estate agents with rather specific requirements. I viewed a few properties. I refined my requirements and looked a little further afield. The photos that were provided by the real estate agent of a property several miles outside the state capital looked promising. I went and viewed the property. Twenty acres, a mansion just twenty years old. A large barn, a very private drive. The mansion was not visible from the black top road that wound its way into the foot-hills. I dickered and drove what I thought was a hard bargain, it was a deceased estate. The inheritors wanted the money!
I got the mansion. I moved into what was the guest wing and set about making changes. I paid top dollar and workmen were soon busy with my 'Improvements'. The Barn got quite the makeover. I moved into the main accommodation and some changes were made to the guest wing. The four-car garage and external doors were upgraded and made more secure. I had a covered walkway between Mansion and barn constructed. This involved two extra doorways be created. The mansion lost half a double bedroom.
It had been several months and winter was almost upon me. I went to Florida for sun and; well sex. I studied the local phone book. I studied the www and discovered that there was a BDSM conference starting in a few days' time. My curiosity bone perked up. I registered and got an admittance to rather more than just the conference. There was to be a private Dom's and Domes' meet and greet, the evening before the conference started. I hired a tux, took care with shaving and choice of aftershave and set off to the meet and greet. I showed my invite, I was given a large printed name tag which went in the top pocket. It gave my home state! I began to circulate. There were still people arriving, name tagged people from all over the US were soon circulating, over one hundred attendees.
Then Something Happened.
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There was a tap on my shoulder.
"Hi there, I was told there was a Dominant guy here that I should find. And as you seem to be the last one that I have not checked out, it must be you."
I turned around and recognition dawned on both our faces!
"You bought that Mansion."
"You sold me the Mansion."
"Strange place to meet!"
"I was thinking that." I laughed.
"Let's find a drink and somewhere to chat." She said.
And so, I learned her name. Alexis and I began to explain the paths our lives had taken that had led us to be at a BDSM conference in Florida. I invited her back to my Hotel. She invited me back to hers. We were having a whale of a time. I tossed a coin, I lost, we left the meet and greet rather early and went to her hotel. She had hardly got the door closed when: -
"I think you should strip now!" Alexis commanded.
I laughed and said, "I think you should be doing the stripping, get out that dress!" We had a fine game removing each other's clothes. The sex was fantastic. By the morning we were an 'Item'.
We married seven weeks later.
We started our BDSM club, I set up a web-site. The Barn became our dungeon and soon a trickle of visitors became a regular membership. We have been running BDSM sessions every other Saturday for just over a year now. We have met several other Dom's and Domes. We hosted sessions for others and we even hosted a couple of lesbian only events.
Life is very good.
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(Dear reader, introducing Markus and Juliette, they are major characters in the 'Then Something Happened' Series. Brenda and Bob are minor players. Markus and Juliette, a happily married mid-twenties couple go to a pool party, the first of the summer. There is some Exhibitionist and Voyeur behavior.)
Chapter 2.
Markus and Juliette, Jealousy.
Hi I am Markus. My wife Juliette and I were in the kitchen, I had just finished putting away the crookery after my darling wife had got them out the dish-washer and given them a close inspection and wipe down. She had the last items still to go and was industrially polishing the first of the expensive cut glass goblets, a wedding present, we liked to drink our wine from.
Juliette was on the opposite side of the island bench, fully focused on her task. The kitchen/dining area door was right behind me, I knew this could get awkward and with Juliette's bright red hair there came a serious temper. I was fairly sure Juliette would not throw the expensive goblet at me!
I plucked up the courage to ask her a rather delicate question!
"Jules, Darling". She did not look away from her polishing. "Do you still have that white bathing suit, the one that goes transparent when wet"?
I saw the signs, instant cessation of polishing. A raised eyebrow, a slow flush. The goblet being very carefully placed on the bench top. I got ready to run.
"Yes; Why do you ask?" Juliette's tone was cool to say the least, I saw all the signs of a rising temper.
'Well I had survived first contact, best get it over with,' I said to myself. "We are going to that barbeque and pool party on Saturday at Brenda and Bobs," I continued in a rush of words, "Well I want you to wear it!"
The signs were un-mistakeable. Lips a straight line, a muscle in the side of her face twitched. No sign of color, she was working up to a major explosion. I was in trouble, but had planned my get way and beat a hasty retreat. Carefully closing the kitchen door behind me, then rushing, no running down the hall and up the stairs and into the bathroom. I did not slam the bathroom door, but made sure Juliette would know where I was. I undressed.
