When it started I had recently gone to college. Nobody really cared about me -- my parents were dead, and I had enough money to last me through college provided I didn't spend much. I wasn't sure what I wanted to major in, and I played around some. Every weekend I'd go to the singles bar and pick up a new slut. I wasn't looking for a relationship, but it was interesting to experience a variety of women. So this one time there was this older woman, she was probably 24. Not so great to look at, dull brown hair, cut kind of short, she was a bit thin and her boobs didn't stick out much.
But she looked at me like she was friendly. You know how the girls all act like they're just looking for somebody to play with because they're so bored, and they act like they're all unimpressed right up until they say yes, and then they get so bothered about how you and other people and themselves will think about them? They don't want to be sluts, and they don't want to be prudes, and they aren't looking for a relationship but they're good girls who do want that with the right guy, and you have to get through that minefield without stepping on any mines? She just wasn't like that at all. It's like she knew who she was and she didn't care what anybody thought. And she liked me!
I probably could have walked out of there with half the girls there, but I wanted her. And she just led me right out of there and took me home.
The sex was special. It's like, whenever I came close to cumming she noticed and did something -- she'd suggest a different position or something, and by the time we were going at it again the moment had passed and I could keep going longer. And it seemed like she came several times, but each time she was paying attention to me the whole time too. I came after an hour or so and she looked in my eyes like she was happy with me, like she really cared about me. The second time was even better. She didn't come as often, just one big one at the end. And she reassured me that I was just perfect. We cuddled, and in the morning she gave me breakfast and gave me her phone number.
Of course I called her, and the next weekend was just about like the first time. And then we met mid-week, and within a month we were having sex for a couple of hours every other day. I worried that I might not be up to it, but she never pressured me at all. She was just available any time. And she cuddled. She just liked me.
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Then one afternoon she asked if she could tie me up. She sounded kind of hesitant and shy, like it really meant something to her, so of course I said yes. She had me strip naked while she stayed dressed. It was exciting. She took out some string -- it was called parachute cord -- and tied my arms wide apart to her headboard. It was braided nylon and I couldn't possibly break it. I couldn't reach the knots with my mouth. It was loose on my wrists but looped small enough I couldn't wiggle out. I was going to be there until she let me go. She kissed me, and looked into my eyes, and then licked her way down to my penis. She knelt between my legs and played with it. Everything felt more intense than usual, but she wasn't giving any of the signals she wanted me to come so I just enjoyed the feelings and I was careful not to take it too far. She was careful not to overstimulate me too. She knelt down and took me into her mouth, slowly, with long pauses and she'd back off and I felt her spit drying, cold. After awhile she got up and took off her panties. She arranged her dress around me and inserted my penis, and she came almost immediately. She did the thing where she tensed up the muscles in her pelvis, she was still controlling her orgasm, but she didn't give any signals for me to come and I didn't. I felt proud I'd learned how to do that. She backed off and knelt between my legs again. She gently rubbed my balls, and slowly tugged on them a little. She said, "You really trust me."
I replied, "Yes, I do."
"You have no idea how that makes me feel. It's so wonderful." She giggled. "Here's a riddle. What do you have when you have one little green fuzzy in one hand, and another little green fuzzy in the other hand?"
"I don't know."
"You have Kermit's undivided attention." At that moment she had one of my balls in one hand and the other in her other hand, and she was pulling them apart gently. Yes, she definitely had my attention. She said, "Thank you for doing this for me! I love you."
"I love you too."
She went back to having sex, and during one of the breaks she stripped off her clothes. When she was ready, she brought it up to a big finale and we came together. She untied me, and my arms tingled and felt weak when I tried to move them. I wasn't used to spreading them out for so long.
Later I tried to subtly ask Judy what that was all about. "I just like it so much when you show me you're willing to do things for me, things you might not want if I didn't want them. I just like that so much."
After that she tied me about half the time. She tried tying my ankles together which didn't really make much difference. She tried tying my balls. She never left them tied very long. It felt kind of strange, I can't describe it. I could have sex like that. She took pictures of them and they looked strange, bulging out with layers of cord separating them from my cock, held tightly in place. My ballsack was stretched tight and shiny. It made her very happy that I put up with that. She tried tying my balls when I was otherwise free. I could have stopped it any time but I didn't. Every time, afterward she told me how proud she was of me, and how much she liked being with me. She looked me in the eyes and I knew it was true.
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I studied hard for finals and got at least a C in everything. She asked me what my major was. I hadn't decided yet. "Your school has a major in data science. That's a good thing to get into if you're smart enough. It teaches you to handle large amounts of data and find patterns in it, and that's a skill that will be useful your whole life." I signed up for that.
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She said, "Rape me."
"No. If you don't want to, I don't want to either."
"Let's pretend. I want to, but can you do it if I don't cooperate? It's a game." She sat on her bed and stretched, sexy. I approached her and she kicked me in the head. Not hard, but still.... "Come on, rape me like you mean it." I approached her again, and she tried to kick me in the balls. I turned quick enough. I backed off and thought about it like an engineering problem.
I moved in quickly sideways, and grabbed her leg when she kicked. Moving her leg to break her balance, I grabbed her arm and pulled on it, pulling her off the bed. Once she was face down and I was holding her arm and shoulder on the floor she couldn't get them up unless I let them up. Each time I did and she tried to move, I pushed her back down and pulled her farther in the direction of her arm, and eventually steered her to the wall. There I folded her arm behind her back and sat on her while I tried to think what to do next. She had left a sort of laundry bag with a drawstring lying on the floor when normally she put everything away. I grabbed it and put it over her head and slid it shut. She'd have to get her hand at the right place and squeeze the button to get it open. I looked around. She had left scissors under the laundry bag. No, not scissors, EMT shears. I looked at her. She was wearing old clothes, and she usually didn't do that. I picked up the scissors and cut her jeans off. Then I cut the jeans into strips and started tying her with them, like she had tied me. While I was tying her I rolled her around a little to keep her disoriented so she wouldn't try to kick me. Soon I had her in one of the positions she had put me in. Her vulva was wet, so I filled it immediately. I moved her laundry bag so her mouth was free but her nose was still covered. I put my finger in her mouth and she tried to bite it, so I slapped her cheek, not very hard. I put my finger back and she started to bite it again, so I slapped her breasts some. I moved my hips faster and put my finger back in her mouth. She kept her jaw clamped tight, a compromise, she couldn't bite me that way. I said, "I can keep slapping you as long as you like. I'll probably quit when you cooperate fully." She didn't move, so I slapped her breasts some more, and then her cheek a couple of times. This time she opened her mouth and let me feel her tongue. "Good. I won't hurt you much if you always do what I want."
