In the summer of 2008, I met a woman named Nicole. We met through a classified ad she had posted online. She was looking for a full-time BDSM relationship,where she was the mistress and I would be her submissive. It was something I had experienced before, however never as a full-time arrangement.
Nicole was a tall leggy blonde, with a lovely hourglass figure and 38C breasts with just a hint of sag in them. She had lovely blueish gray eyes and a smile that could light up a room. She had long lustrous hair down to her mid back. Nicole was also a mother, with a grown daughter who at 21 was closer to my age than her mom was
I was 27 when we met, Nicole was 43 but looked ten years younger.We met in a park in Montreal for the first time. Later that same day we were signing a lease agreement to rent out an apartment. A week later we moved in together.
What followed was a tumultuous yet passionate relationship that lasted all of eight months. The full-time arrangement broke down after only a few weeks. We continued dating but our relationship became more of a 50-50 partnership with occasional BDSM play.
Nicole worked as an escort which was fine by me. I have never been the jealous type. For my part of that time in my life I was working on jobs making a few dollars here and there. I dabbled in her work as well, when we offered our services as a couple for other men.
Money issues and other incompatibilities eventually drove us apart. When we broke up, can you call almost $800 which I truly never expected to see again. Indeed for many months I did not expect to see Nicole again.
That all changed in the late summer of the following year. Out of the blue Nicole sent me a message on Facebook. She said she felt terrible about the way our relationship ended and that although she did not have the money, maybe there was another way she could repay me.
I was immediately intrigued. Although we had broken up months ago and not necessarily in the best of terms, our sex life with something that had never been boring. Both Nicole and I were sexual freaks, both bisexual and willing to try just about anything once.
I wrote her back asking what she had in mind. I got no response for the next few days. I had just about put the whole thing out of my mind when I got another message from Nicole. She said she knew another woman who was just as kinky as her and perhaps we could all have fun together to settle the debt.
I took a long time answering, considering my options. I knew her well enough to take the message seriously. I also knew her well enough to know that it was unlikely she would ever pay me back im a more conventional manner.
After a few hours of deliberation, I wrote her back and told her I was very interested. It was a decision I would not regret. We exchanged messages for a while and eventually decided we would meet up at her place on the following Saturday.
She had moved away from Montreal in the meantime and was now living on the north shore, which suited me fine as her new place was actually closer to where I live.
I left home in the early afternoon and stopped on the way to buy a couple of bottles of wine. Needless to say I was a bit nervous and very excited. A part of me wondered if she was serious about all of this, but I decided it was a risk worth taking.
I pulled up in front of a nondescript two-story apartment building which had the address Nicole had given me. I rang at the entrance to her apartment building and a few moments later I was buzzed in. I walked down the hallway to her first story apartment and knocked on the door.
The door opened slowly and to my surprise it was not Nicole but her daughter Carine who greeted me. She smiled warmly and pulled me close into a hug. I was quite surprised as Carine and I had never been close. We had had a polite cordial relationship but nothing more. In all of the months I had dated her mother we had actually only seen one another a handful of times.
Karyne was a striking woman in her own right. Although a bit more full body than her mom she wore it very well, having wonderful curves in all the right places. Her hair was as long and lustrous as her moms, but whereas Nicole was blonde Carine had beautiful raven hair. Her eyes were deep blue with perfect alabaster skin. Her massive 40 double D breast pressed against my chest as she hugged me.
I stepped into the apartment and saw my ex-girlfriend sitting at the table with a cup of coffee. She stood and came toward me as her daughter released me from raspberries and hugged me too before bringing her lips to mine and kissing me deeply.
Nicole was dressed in a red shirt which was buttoned up a little more than half way, giving me a fair view of her ample cleavage. She had on a pair of tight leather pants and war open faced sandals on her feet. Her daughter was wearing a very tight white camisole against witch her massive breasts strained. She also had on a pair of skin tight bluejeans which showed off her magnificent ass beautifully. Her feet were bare with the exception of the black nail polish which adorned each of her toes.
Nicole got three wine glasses from the cupboard and I opened a bottle of red, pouring us each a glass.We sat down and started talking. I had a hundred questions running through my mind but of course I did not dare ask them.
