It's been a while!
The girls l used to hook up with, and the married women, have all gone on to, l assume, better hung guys or guys who can get it up & keep it up. And l was okay with that for a while. l'm 78 now, and not as virile as l used to be, obviously. ln fact, the last time, l had a difficult time getting it up, so l had resigned myself to having had plenty of fun, and living with my memories. Ultimately, though, l'm a horny old fool, and I needed more.
Against my better judgement, l communicated with a woman on here who advertised herself as a dominant. We both had reservations, having each been catfished in the past. But eventually, after many, many texts, emails & eventually, a phone call. she agreed to meet me. l went to her place, which had me really, really nervous - but l understood her reasons. More so, once l got there! lt was a couple hours drive, but her place was as advertised: secluded, comfortable (at least at first) and well-maintained. She met me in a long black dress, which complimented her black hair, nails and lipstick. l was instantly impressed by her! She was middle-aged, with - as it turned out - a little paunch to her belly, full but saggy breasts, and a shaved pussy. But that was later. First, she wanted to tie me up on the tile floor of her living room.
Why? Trust. Again, l understood, but it required a massive amount of trust on my part! Nevertheless, I allowed her to bind my wrists to my ankles, while still dressed. Then she stripped me, as much as the zip-ties would allow. Hoo-boy! What had l gotten myself into? l was on my side as she carefully took my clothes off, leaving them hanging off my wrists and ankles, talking to me the whole time in a conversational tone. Once fully exposed, though, it became demeaning. She took pictures - which she swore she would not put online. But she would show them to her friends & lovers, she assured me. I was hard the whole time, until she began so smack it with a ruler. Then she asked if I would behave once she got naked. I said yes, assuming l would be released.
l was not. She stripped for me, making sure I could see everything, then brought out the ruler again. My ass was beaten until it burned, then my back. I was scared at that point, and began to cry. "There," she said, "that's what I want to see." She asked if I enjoyed pain, and l told her it wasn't fun anymore. She said, "you'll hate this, then," and got into a strap-on. She pegged my ass (with lube) for quite a while, as l sobbed and told her l needed to cum. My dick kept getting hard, but she kept jacking it until l would get close, then ruin my orgasm by releasing it & letting it dribble all over my belly. Then, back to pegging me. After 4 or 5 ruined climaxes I was crying steadily, begging to be let go. She used the ruler on my back again, rubbing it in my cum this time so it would splat when she smacked me. Then she rubbed herself all over me, allowing me to suck on her nipples, & eventually climbing over my face and making me lick her to two orgasms. Once she'd cum twice she asked if I needed to be fucked again, and told me she had a man who would do that. l said no. She asked what my safeword was, and then, laughing, said "oh, that's right. We never got around to that, did we? Well, I'd better let you up then."
I was released. She kissed me, asked me if I wanted to lick her to another orgasm, and when l said yes, she had me lay straight out on the floor. She sat on my face in a 69 and, while I licked her, played with my dick (which refused to get hard.) Once she came, she slapped my dick and told me to get out. l had to dress outside her door, then I drove to a rest area on the highway and ate the food I'd brought, through tears of relief and humiliation. l wasn't in a good place when l got home, but l managed to hide my emotions as l took my wife out to dinner. I slept as soon as my head hit the pillow! l have emailed her three times since, but she's not responded. l guess l served my usefulness to her. l'm not proud of what happened, but l think it's finally out of my system.
Against my better judgement, l communicated with a woman on here who advertised herself as a dominant. We both had reservations, having each been catfished in the past. But eventually, after many, many texts, emails & eventually, a phone call. she agreed to meet me. l went to her place, which had me really, really nervous - but l understood her reasons. More so, once l got there! lt was a couple hours drive, but her place was as advertised: secluded, comfortable (at least at first) and well-maintained. She met me in a long black dress, which complimented her black hair, nails and lipstick. l was instantly impressed by her! She was middle-aged, with - as it turned out - a little paunch to her belly, full but saggy breasts, and a shaved pussy. But that was later. First, she wanted to tie me up on the tile floor of her living room.
Why? Trust. Again, l understood, but it required a massive amount of trust on my part! Nevertheless, I allowed her to bind my wrists to my ankles, while still dressed. Then she stripped me, as much as the zip-ties would allow. Hoo-boy! What had l gotten myself into? l was on my side as she carefully took my clothes off, leaving them hanging off my wrists and ankles, talking to me the whole time in a conversational tone. Once fully exposed, though, it became demeaning. She took pictures - which she swore she would not put online. But she would show them to her friends & lovers, she assured me. I was hard the whole time, until she began so smack it with a ruler. Then she asked if I would behave once she got naked. I said yes, assuming l would be released.
l was not. She stripped for me, making sure I could see everything, then brought out the ruler again. My ass was beaten until it burned, then my back. I was scared at that point, and began to cry. "There," she said, "that's what I want to see." She asked if I enjoyed pain, and l told her it wasn't fun anymore. She said, "you'll hate this, then," and got into a strap-on. She pegged my ass (with lube) for quite a while, as l sobbed and told her l needed to cum. My dick kept getting hard, but she kept jacking it until l would get close, then ruin my orgasm by releasing it & letting it dribble all over my belly. Then, back to pegging me. After 4 or 5 ruined climaxes I was crying steadily, begging to be let go. She used the ruler on my back again, rubbing it in my cum this time so it would splat when she smacked me. Then she rubbed herself all over me, allowing me to suck on her nipples, & eventually climbing over my face and making me lick her to two orgasms. Once she'd cum twice she asked if I needed to be fucked again, and told me she had a man who would do that. l said no. She asked what my safeword was, and then, laughing, said "oh, that's right. We never got around to that, did we? Well, I'd better let you up then."
I was released. She kissed me, asked me if I wanted to lick her to another orgasm, and when l said yes, she had me lay straight out on the floor. She sat on my face in a 69 and, while I licked her, played with my dick (which refused to get hard.) Once she came, she slapped my dick and told me to get out. l had to dress outside her door, then I drove to a rest area on the highway and ate the food I'd brought, through tears of relief and humiliation. l wasn't in a good place when l got home, but l managed to hide my emotions as l took my wife out to dinner. I slept as soon as my head hit the pillow! l have emailed her three times since, but she's not responded. l guess l served my usefulness to her. l'm not proud of what happened, but l think it's finally out of my system.
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