After 17 years of marriage I was stuck in a sexual rut, bored and frustrated with my partner’s unwillingness to explore my sexual fantasies, no matter which methods of persuasion or enticement I tried.
Enough was enough and I decided to strike out on my own to pursue my desires. First of all where could I to go to find someone to help me with that?
Taking a cue from my 20 something daughter, I paid a visit to a well-known hook up site (which will remain nameless) and miracle of miracles I found someone who was on my wave length and liked the fact I’m a big beautiful woman.
The inevitable meeting was arranged (in a safe, public place of course!) and thankfully we got on well, even though I was a nervous wreck and kept verbally drying up. Even though I made a complete tit of myself and fell over a stile breaking a shoe in the process and had to walk barefoot for the rest of our country walk. After all that he was still interested (he was either really, really horny or did actually think I was worth the effort).
Off we went to get some privacy and when I walked in to the bedroom, boy oh boy, restraints were laid out ready to be used along with a blindfold. Things were about to get interesting! “Tie me up” he said, “Er ok” I replied and did so, also blindfolding him.
Suddenly fantasy was becoming reality. One small problem though, I didn’t know what the hell I was doing! Erm so I kind of did some stuff, all very tentative and how successful who knows? However forgiving sort he is he ignored my inept fumbling and we had a fantastic fuck to round off the evening.
Embarrassed by my lack of imagination and knowledge I vowed to research further and found some fantastic information about bondage and dominant/submissive relationships. So I prepared myself by buying a few ‘toys’ (any excuse to go shopping) and had a look round to see what ordinary household items could go in my big black bag.
We also decided I really wasn’t the dominant type so he became my Master and started to give me tasks to do. One of these was to go to a clothes shop with a cucumber, go to the changing room, try on a sexy dress, strip and then use a cucumber on myself, all the while taking pictures of the action.
I was terrified and exhilarated all at the same time. So many thoughts went through my head, would I be caught? How could I explain what I was doing? How the hell do I get the camera angles right? Does my bum look big in this? And why the hell did I choose such a thick, long cucumber? Have you ever tried to insert a cucumber, make sure it stays in place, all the time trying to take a photo that shows everything while your hand shakes? Let me tell you it isn’t easy!
Also difficult for me was the amount of trust involved in submitting to my Master however completing my task was so liberating and you know what? With each task (a visit to a local pet superstore will never be the same) I still feel the fear but the reward of completing said task is so worth it. My trust in Master also increases each time.
Our discussions led to another discovery – we both wanted to share our adventures with another woman, one that was bisexual so we could both enjoy the maximum pleasure. Even better one who would dominate us both and so our quest began to find said person. Could it be you? If you think you would enjoy joining us on our journey then get in touch.
Oh and the moral of my story? Making fantasy into a reality can be a strange uncomfortable experience but give it a go, you never know what fun you can have. Just make sure you do your research and prepare for anything which may come your way.
