We have been friends forever, since early 90’s and one really fun night at Memphis when I told her to go to the bathroom and bring me her bra in her purse, which she did.
The rest of the night was a blur, and then somehow we just wandered apart, we saw other people, then we married other people, and what was once ”to be”, turned into “never was” the fairytale lost.
Twenty years went by in a blink, I divorced after marrying someone that “posed” to get my lifestyle, then an invitation to her 60th birthday party, at her home, with her husband, arrives. I bring a beautiful, highly submissive 40 something date who is quite the stunner, one that turns heads in any setting.
I go to see an old friend, thinking those 6 years she is older than I will have caught up with her, she’s 60, time is never a kind mistress, and then she opens the door. Her eyes sparkle, same beauty she was at 40, now with a few more lines, but those same Artic blue eyes, the same dazzling smile. Time was, well more than kind, she’d gone from being stunning young woman to being incredibly elegant lady completely comfortable in her own skin, lots of early morning boot camps and a few minor procedures and in her little crepe summer dress she had a body most 30 years olds dream of. Her husband was nice, typical executive, vanilla, tall and successful, big handshake that said “I won, she’s mine” but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, and she kept looking over her shoulder, stealing glances of me. My date noticed “what’s the history here”… I told her, she knew, submissive’s are highly intuitive and she saw the sparks and knew what the simmering embers in my eyes meant.
But time had passed, later that evening in a latex catsuit my date did her best to make me forget my elegant beauty, and it worked. Again we drifted, rudderless boats on an ocean, once again drifting apart. Then one day hot August day I just had the urge to check on her, she answered panicked and crying “Mike’s had a stroke”, life had changed in the literal beat of a heart.
He went to physical rehab, we went to lunch, often, we talked about anything and everything. She had told him two weeks before the stroke that she wanted a divorce, they were roommates, nothing more, but now even that changed, I remember her words she kept repeating “in sickness and health”…. I could list so many reasons why she shouldn’t be sitting at bar at Houston’s waiting on me, but she was. She went from roommate to caregiver and took that burden like the amazing woman that she is, but she had needs, she remembered the one night, my silk tie binding her wrists, it stayed with her, haunted her, called to her, and made her want to know what the next step down that path was, and where that path led.
So here we were, she had asked to arrive before me, she had a plan. People in your life that are attentive, that notice the big and the little things that you like, dislike, and make you crazy, those are ones to hold onto. She was that, a planner, paying attention to every detail, from how to touch me, to what scents I comment on, tonight she’s in one of the little bar booths, she’s asked me to find her, but no approach her, go to the bar, order, and watch her. And they come, asking her if they can buy her a drink, is she alone, would she like to have dinner, several men, and even one very attractive woman. Why wouldn’t they, she’s in a skin tight beaded cocktail dress I bought her, perfectly matched heels, I love to dress her, and she loves to let me, I push her limits from her conservative Catholic upbringing. I see her, I watch her, she lets me watch, flirts with the others, she’s told me there will be a sign when she is ready for me, I’ll know it.
After what seemed like an eternity, which is maybe 15 minutes, she shifts in her seat, eyes locked on mine, from her purse she pulls a little set of thumbcuffs I’ve given her, but she lays them on the table in front of her…I know it that’s the sign, it’s weak, she’s better than this. Then she shifts again, watching me, watching her, and I see her start to wriggle out of her panties, I see they are black VS panties I have bought her, and then, knowing it will turn the embers in my eyes into a blaze, she opens that perfect mouth, with the dark red liner, and stuffs her panties into her mouth, my cock stiffens, and I know when I sit beside her in a few minutes and run my hands up her inner thigh she’ll be so wet… then with her panties in her mouth she picks up the thumbcuffs and looking directly into my eyes latches them to her left thumb, then she puts her hands behind her back and I know she’s locking them into place on the right thumb…. the signal could not be clearer…she would have an orgasm in that booth in that wonderfully noisy dark little bar before her Master unlocks them, and that will only be her first of the night…
This is all true as I remember it, I’ll write more if anyone is paying attention.
Looking for women that want to be guided down the path of exploration of their darker desires
