tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83789843976001759772023-11-15T08:18:10.490-08:00Dating - BDSM - Domestic Discipline (Yakima, WA Washington)A blog about my lifestyle, the people in it, and some other interesting things.
The "Young Blonde" is a true real-life story.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08104596957225133813noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378984397600175977.post-81035977522937066232011-02-28T01:12:00.003-08:002011-02-28T01:12:46.149-08:00Young Blonde - Part VII<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">On the way back into town, I asked Katelyn if she was up for some bowling. She said, “Yeah, sure…that sounds really cool.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">When we got there, I took her into the restaurant first so we could grab a quick bite to eat and drink. We both ordered a hamburger with fries and washed it down with a pitcher of beer. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Our conversation was mostly about other things that we each liked to do, so we shared some favorites and realized that after bowling, we thought a nice walk through the park would be fun for both of us. I told her about a park in town that had some hungry ducks and how most people just try to feed them bread. What they really like is corn tortilla chips. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">After we finished eating, we went into the bowling alley and played one game. They rented shoes to us because we still had our mountain boots on. Neither of us was very good at bowling, so needless to say, we had a few gutter balls and I refuse to admit who beat me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">We split afterwards and went to the store to buy some bread and corn tortilla chips and headed over to the park. The parking lot is fairly close to the area where the ducks like to hang out and some of them usually just get into the pond. They are used to people getting out of their cars and walking right up to them, and when we did, they all scrambled over toward us to get their fair share of grub.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">One of the ducks has a lame leg and he’s been around there for a long time. I pointed him out to Katelyn and she immediately fell for him. She wanted to take him home, but I discouraged her from doing that. I explained to her that he’s been around here a long time and this was his home with all of his friends.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Katelyn really enjoyed our time together in the park. We fed the ducks first and then decided we would walk around the pond along a waterfront trail with tall trees and bushes all around. Once we were past the pond, the trail winded around in the back of the park and usually there is nobody around.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">There’s a small bench back there about halfway along the trail, so we stopped there and sat down together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I put my arm around her shoulders and we got close to each other. She laid her head on my shoulder and we sat there quietly for a couple of minutes enjoying the sunshine and nature. The birds were chirping and we could hear the children nearby in the little playground area.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I asked Katelyn if she wanted to have kids one day and she said she wanted two; one of each. I told her that kids are a lot of fun and that every day is a new venture with them as they are growing up. She said that she didn’t want to have children until after she finished college and got settled in her career. It was a very smart choice for a young lady to be thinking like this and I told her that. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">We avoided saying anything about the two of us in relation to the topic of children. We just talked about what she wanted.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">In the back of my mind, I began to wonder if Katelyn was thinking about me being the father of her children. I knew that she really liked me because I was so understanding and kind to her. The problem that we were distinctly aware of was the vast difference in our age. By the time she reached her mid 30’s, the children would be in their early teens and I would be too old.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">As fond as I was for her, I knew that it could turn out to be a mistake to think that something like this would be the right thing to happen. She needed someone much younger – but then again, her past experiences with boyfriends were all let downs. They were all too immature for her and none of them apparently had the skills to treat Katelyn with honor and respect while at the same time knowing when and how to man handle her when the moment was right.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">As I thought about all of this to myself, it became clear to me that this might be a good time to talk to her about it. I hinted toward having a conversation by telling her that I had something on my mind. She was eager to hear what I had to say.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">The first thing I wanted Katelyn to know was how amazing she was. A very soft-spoken and gentle young woman who enjoys being with someone who understands her and is not mean to her. Someone she can trust – a guy that becomes her best friend and they fall in love. He knows how to touch her and hold her in his arms and he is never selfish, always thinking of how he can make her happy. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">She was starting to get tears in her eyes again and I suspected it was about me, so I asked her, “Katelyn, I can see that you are thinking about something that upsets you. I think I know what it is – so all you have to do is nod your head yes or no. Were you thinking about how hard it might be to find a best friend and father of your children?” She nodded yes. My next question was meant to be more precise. “Does it upset you because I seem to be that friend to you and you wish that I was younger?” She nodded yes again and then her lips started to quiver as she broke out crying.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I just held her tight in my arms and didn’t say another word. She needed to let her emotions pour out and I wasn’t about to try and stop her. I pulled my shirt sleeve down over my hand and dabbed it around her cheeks and eyes to soak up her tears. This was another moment in our relationship when I needed to be understanding and sympathetic with her need to let it out without trying to tell her everything would be okay. That’s the last thing she would want to hear because it wasn’t okay at all – and we both knew it. We had just met each other and in a matter of a few hours we had developed a close friendship and it was turning into love.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">An idea came to mind just then and I thought it would be the best way to get us through this, so I said, “Katelyn, I have a great idea. Let’s just stay together today. I want to hold you in my arms and we’ll take a nap, cuddle up together and watch a couple of good movies and eat some popcorn with lots of butter.” She started to chuckle a little bit and hugged me tighter. I said, “Later this week, I am going to schedule an appointment with a professional counselor so that we can go in together and talk about what is happening between us. I think the counselor will be able to help us sort through everything. Would you be willing to do that with me?” And without hesitating, she agreed immediately.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">The reason I had suggested this was because we were both starting to fall in love for each other and it wouldn’t be right for either of us to try and sort it out ourselves. It was too complicated for us. We needed professional help and I knew it had to be soon, so that’s what I told her. I didn’t want to say anything that might hurt her because I really cared for her and I knew she felt the same for me, so I told her that too. When I did, she spoke to me very softly and said, “I don’t know how you do it, but everything you’ve said is right on.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">With that, I helped her up and we walked back down the trail toward the playground holding hands. We stopped for a couple of minutes to watch the children play before we walked back to my Jeep. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">On the way back to my place, we stopped at the store. Katelyn and I went in to get a few things and we selected two movies from the Red Box machine before we left in a hurry.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">When we arrived back home, she helped me unload the Jeep and we put things away. I kept the sleeping bags in the living room and got some pillows and extra blankets out of the bedroom and spread everything out in front of the hi-def flat screen TV. I got into a pair of pajamas and gave her a pair so we could both relax. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">We put the popcorn in the microwave and melted a half cube of butter to pour over it along with a few shakes of salt. I cut up some cheese and an apple to go with the popcorn, got us some Red Cabernet wine, and we settled into a late afternoon and evening just watching the movies. It was like best friends having a pajama party – and I didn’t want to spoil it doing anything else with her. I deliberately kept my hands to myself except when I held her in my arms as we snuggled up to each other. It was important for both of us to experience this friendship the way it is was meant to be. We had engaged ourselves so fast over the last several hours that it was time to wind down a little bit. She had to go to school and work the next day and this was the best way to wrap up a very romantic first date.</span></div>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08104596957225133813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378984397600175977.post-45884943992258803122011-02-28T01:12:00.001-08:002011-10-04T12:02:50.940-07:00Young Blonde - Part VII<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">On the way back into town, I asked Katelyn if she was up for some bowling. She said, “Yeah, sure…that sounds really cool.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">When we got there, I took her into the restaurant first so we could grab a quick bite to eat and drink. We both ordered a hamburger with fries and washed it down with a pitcher of beer. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Our conversation was mostly about other things that we each liked to do, so we shared some favorites and realized that after bowling, we thought a nice walk through the park would be fun for both of us. I told her about a park in town that had some hungry ducks and how most people just try to feed them bread. What they really like is corn tortilla chips. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">After we finished eating, we went into the bowling alley and played one game. They rented shoes to us because we still had our mountain boots on. Neither of us was very good at bowling, so needless to say, we had a few gutter balls and I refuse to admit who beat me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">We split afterwards and went to the store to buy some bread and corn tortilla chips and headed over to the park. The parking lot is fairly close to the area where the ducks like to hang out and some of them usually just get into the pond. They are used to people getting out of their cars and walking right up to them, and when we did, they all scrambled over toward us to get their fair share of grub.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">One of the ducks has a lame leg and he’s been around there for a long time. I pointed him out to Katelyn and she immediately fell for him. She wanted to take him home, but I discouraged her from doing that. I explained to her that he’s been around here a long time and this was his home with all of his friends.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Katelyn really enjoyed our time together in the park. We fed the ducks first and then decided we would walk around the pond along a waterfront trail with tall trees and bushes all around. Once we were past the pond, the trail winded around in the back of the park and usually there is nobody around.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">There’s a small bench back there about halfway along the trail, so we stopped there and sat down together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I put my arm around her shoulders and we got close to each other. She laid her head on my shoulder and we sat there quietly for a couple of minutes enjoying the sunshine and nature. The birds were chirping and we could hear the children nearby in the little playground area.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I asked Katelyn if she wanted to have kids one day and she said she wanted two; one of each. I told her that kids are a lot of fun and that every day is a new venture with them as they are growing up. She said that she didn’t want to have children until after she finished college and got settled in her career. It was a very smart choice for a young lady to be thinking like this and I told her that. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">We avoided saying anything about the two of us in relation to the topic of children. We just talked about what she wanted.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">In the back of my mind, I began to wonder if Katelyn was thinking about me being the father of her children. I knew that she really liked me because I was so understanding and kind to her. The problem that we were distinctly aware of was the vast difference in our age. By the time she reached her mid 30’s, the children would be in their early teens and I would be too old.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">As fond as I was for her, I knew that it could turn out to be a mistake to think that something like this would be the right thing to happen. She needed someone much younger – but then again, her past experiences with boyfriends were all let downs. They were all too immature for her and none of them apparently had the skills to treat Katelyn with honor and respect while at the same time knowing when and how to man handle her when the moment was right.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">As I thought about all of this to myself, it became clear to me that this might be a good time to talk to her about it. I hinted toward having a conversation by telling her that I had something on my mind. She was eager to hear what I had to say.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">The first thing I wanted Katelyn to know was how amazing she was. A very soft-spoken and gentle young woman who enjoys being with someone who understands her and is not mean to her. Someone she can trust – a guy that becomes her best friend and they fall in love. He knows how to touch her and hold her in his arms and he is never selfish, always thinking of how he can make her happy. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">She was starting to get tears in her eyes again and I suspected it was about me, so I asked her, “Katelyn, I can see that you are thinking about something that upsets you. I think I know what it is – so all you have to do is nod your head yes or no. Were you thinking about how hard it might be to find a best friend and father of your children?” She nodded yes. My next question was meant to be more precise. “Does it upset you because I seem to be that friend to you and you wish that I was younger?” She nodded yes again and then her lips started to quiver as she broke out crying.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I just held her tight in my arms and didn’t say another word. She needed to let her emotions pour out and I wasn’t about to try and stop her. I pulled my shirt sleeve down over my hand and dabbed it around her cheeks and eyes to soak up her tears. This was another moment in our relationship when I needed to be understanding and sympathetic with her need to let it out without trying to tell her everything would be okay. That’s the last thing she would want to hear because it wasn’t okay at all – and we both knew it. We had just met each other and in a matter of a few hours we had developed a close friendship and it was turning into love.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">An idea came to mind just then and I thought it would be the best way to get us through this, so I said, “Katelyn, I have a great idea. Let’s just stay together today. I want to hold you in my arms and we’ll take a nap, cuddle up together and watch a couple of good movies and eat some popcorn with lots of butter.” She started to chuckle a little bit and hugged me tighter. I said, “Later this week, I am going to schedule an appointment with a professional counselor so that we can go in together and talk about what is happening between us. I think the counselor will be able to help us sort through everything. Would you be willing to do that with me?” And without hesitating, she agreed immediately.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">The reason I had suggested this was because we were both starting to fall in love for each other and it wouldn’t be right for either of us to try and sort it out ourselves. It was too complicated for us. We needed professional help and I knew it had to be soon, so that’s what I told her. I didn’t want to say anything that might hurt her because I really cared for her and I knew she felt the same for me, so I told her that too. When I did, she spoke to me very softly and said, “I don’t know how you do it, but everything you’ve said is right on.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">With that, I helped her up and we walked back down the trail toward the playground holding hands. We stopped for a couple of minutes to watch the children play before we walked back to my Jeep. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">On the way back to my place, we stopped at the store. Katelyn and I went in to get a few things and we selected two movies from the Red Box machine before we left in a hurry.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">When we arrived back home, she helped me unload the Jeep and we put things away. I kept the sleeping bags in the living room and got some pillows and extra blankets out of the bedroom and spread everything out in front of the hi-def flat screen TV. I got into a pair of pajamas and gave her a pair so we could both relax. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">We put the popcorn in the microwave and melted a half cube of butter to pour over it along with a few shakes of salt. I cut up some cheese and an apple to go with the popcorn, got us some Red Cabernet wine, and we settled into a late afternoon and evening just watching the movies. It was like best friends having a pajama party – and I didn’t want to spoil it doing anything else with her. I deliberately kept my hands to myself except when I held her in my arms as we snuggled up to each other. It was important for both of us to experience this friendship the way it is was meant to be. We had engaged ourselves so fast over the last several hours that it was time to wind down a little bit. She had to go to school and work the next day and this was the best way to wrap up a very romantic first date.</span></div>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08104596957225133813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378984397600175977.post-78515564199589411482011-02-23T01:11:00.000-08:002011-02-24T00:39:35.205-08:00Young Blonde - Part VI<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I didn’t sleep too well that night because of everything that had occurred during the last few hours. And with every movement she made – it was another reminder of how great things had been with her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">My bedroom window faces toward the north. The sun was up and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Katelyn was still asleep with her back facing toward me. I looked at my alarm clock and saw that it was 8:24 a.m. We had slept for a few hours and neither of us had any obligations today.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">As I lay there beside her, I thought about what we could do to top off the perfect first date. I wasn’t sure if she had anything else to do – I just knew she didn’t need to go to work or school. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I didn’t want to wake her up just yet, so I carefully got out of bed. After freshening up in the bathroom and brushing my teeth, I took a quick shower and got dressed in some clean underwear and pajamas. She was still asleep when I came out, so I thought this might be an opportunity to cook her a breakfast and bring it to her in bed. I didn’t know if anyone else had ever done that for her - but I was going to.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">In the fridge was some fresh, thick sliced bacon that was still unopened. I got out my large frying pan and put in 2 slices for each of us. In a smaller pan, I added a little corn oil to start cooking a small amount of frozen potatoes until they turned a light golden brown. I scrambled 3 eggs, adding a little milk so they would be just like the ones we had last night. The bacon was starting to sizzle and the potatoes were just getting started – it was time to make some fresh coffee. I got that going and soon after, I added a little butter into a third pan and started the eggs.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">This was going to be an awesome breakfast – and I hoped that she would really enjoy it. Everything was finished cooking – so I dished up our plates and poured us each a cup of hot coffee with cream and sugar. A small glass of fresh orange juice sounded good and everything fit on a serving tray that I kept above the fridge. The last thing I added was the forks and napkins.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I walked into the bedroom and set the tray on top of my dresser near the bed. I went to my side of the bed and crawled in with her, wrapping my arms around her and turning her over toward me. I kissed her and softly said, “Good morning Katelyn. How about breakfast in bed?” She said, “Mmmm that sounds really good.” I adjusted her pillows to prop her up a little bit and got up to get the tray. As I brought it back to the bed, her eyes followed that tray with another beautiful smile on her face. She looked at me too, and the smell of fresh coffee and bacon was making us both hungry. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">We enjoyed eating while we talked about the day’s plans. The weather was perfect for an outdoor romp in the mountains up on some trail. She really thought that would be exciting, so I asked her if she had the right kind of clothing at her place. She said yes, boots and all! So I suggested that after breakfast – she could run over to her place and freshen up before calling me and I would pick her up in my Jeep. She said that would work out great – so after breakfast, we both got up and I put on my mountain clothes while she went to the bathroom.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">When she came out, I gave her my cell phone number. I wrapped my arms around her and thanked her for the magical night we had together, assuring her that I would never forget it. She said the same thing. We both looked into each other’s eyes – and then our lips joined for one last romantic kiss that lasted about 15 seconds or so. The fires were still burning hot – and I knew that she really liked me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I walked her out to her car and asked her for the keys so I could open the door for her. She just smiled and shook her head in amazement as if she couldn’t believe it. She must have been thinking, ‘Here was a guy who not only cooked me breakfast in bed – he’s going to take me in the mountains – and now he is opening my door for me!’</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">It was a little chilly out, but she fired it right up without a problem. I bent over one more time to give her a peck on the cheek before I told her to drive careful and remember to get her boots. She said she wouldn’t forget as I closed the door. I stepped out of the street into my yard and went straight into the house as she drove off.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">This was going to be a great day, I thought to myself, as I turned up the stereo and rocked out to one of my favorite radio stations that play alternative rock music. Nickelback was on and the house was vibrating as I washed up the breakfast dishes and did some quick touch up around the house.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I gathered up some essential gear that I take with me anytime I go up into the mountains off the main roads on a trail. The first thing I get out of the garage is a medium size hard case that I purchased at a military surplus store. It’s water proof and was used to carry night vision goggles by the Army. I have it filled up with tons of survival, medical and emergency supplies. You name it – it’s in there, and every Jeeper I have shown this to wants one. I made sure I had my essential tools, some extra clothes, large blankets, water bottles, a thermos of hot coffee, some non-perishable food and snacks, my shovel, axe, and a small box of miscellaneous towing straps, ropes and chains, and two tarps that can be used for cover. The last thing I usually retrieve before I head out is my knife and 40 caliber hand gun and holster with some extra ammo. I’m ready for an adventure.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">By the time I had everything packed in the Jeep, she called and gave me her address. I said I would be over in about 15 minutes. She didn’t live very far. I fed my cat and gave her some fresh water, turned on a couple of lights, closed the curtains, and turned down the radio a little bit. It’s a routine, checking to make sure all the windows and doors are locked and make it appear as though someone might be home while I am gone.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I jumped in and drove straight over to her place. As I drove over there, I thought about someone else living with her. I never asked her, it wasn’t my business anyway. I just didn’t know if she cared being seen with an older guy or not. I wasn’t concerned about a boyfriend after what she shared with me. When I got there, I pulled up out front along the curb and shut off the Jeep. I got out and walked up to the front door and rang the bell. She came right to the door and asked me to come in.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">She said she lived there by herself. It was a smaller studio size apartment that was on one side of a larger house on a residential street. It seemed to have everything to make it cozy and I told her it did. It was a great pad for a single gal – and she had it decorated well with a few pieces I liked. I helped her fetch some things and we got it all packed in my Jeep. She went back inside to make one last check before coming out and locking the door behind her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Both of us had our sunglasses on because it was a bright sunny morning and I knew once we got up into the mountains that it would reflect off of the snow. We stopped at a mini-mart on the way out of town to fill up the gas tank and go inside to grab some last minute items. Finally – we were on our way! Katelyn brought some CD’s and we listened to some country music as we drove up the highway into the mountains. The roads were clear – and there wasn’t anything that could stop us now.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">We talked about a bunch of stuff on the way up. She liked listening to some of the stories I told her about my previous trips up there and whenever I had the chance to make it funny – I did. She really liked to laugh and so did I. And as we drove along – I pointed out a few things that I thought would be interesting to her. One of them was a really nice cabin that was nestled back in among the tree line on a nice spread of fenced property.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Our morning was going perfect. We were having so much fun enjoying our time together. It was like we were best friends out on an adventure together. It was another time for us to treasure and I could tell she was into it just like me. She hadn’t been up in the mountains for a long time, so this was an extra special trip for her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I pulled off the highway at the last stop so she could use the restroom. We went in together and I spoke briefly with the guy behind the counter. He was telling me that the game department had been out looking around for poachers who were hunting for deer out of season based on a report that someone had called in to the Sheriff. I had already seen a couple Sheriff’s in their car along the way, but didn’t think anything of it at the time. The guy said it was two men in a red truck, so I told him I would keep an eye out for them and report it if I see them. Katelyn came out about then and we walked out to the Jeep. I didn’t want to say anything to her about this, because she didn’t need to know and I didn’t want to frighten her with some story of two men in a truck with weapons doing something illegal – so I just let it be.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">We went up the highway a few miles before I turned off on a forest service road. I’ve been on it several times before and knew that we would be running into some snow as we climbed higher. It didn’t take very long before the snow on the gravel road became much thicker and I pointed that out to Katelyn. She seemed intrigued with my knowledge of the mountains and I think she felt safe with me. I told her that I didn’t want to get up too far and get stuck in the snow, even though I had a winch with an air compressor. I told her about all the gear I brought along just in case. I had my rig in 4-wheel drive low as we slowly climbed up over the snow until I knew that was as far as we could go. I picked a spot to turn the Jeep back around the opposite way we came from and shut off the engine. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I grabbed my thermos of hot coffee with cream and sugar and shared some out of the same cup with Katelyn. I told her that I always leave my windows up in the winter, just in case my battery goes dead. At least we would have shelter up here until the bears got to us. Her eyes opened up wide when I said that. She looked frightened. So I had to embellish it a little more and told her that these two guys had been missing in their Jeep up here somewhere and they had sent out a rescue party to look for them. When they finally found them, the guys were sitting down with the bears drinking Bud Light. I mean for a moment – she just looked at me and then burst out into laughter. It was great. I had her going there for a bit – and now I wondered if she’ll ever believe anything I say.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">After we finished our coffee, I made sure I had my keys before getting out and shutting my door. She got out at the same time. I walked around over to her and told her to just stand there a moment and listen. She just froze right in her tracks looking at me and then listening off in the distance. The sound of a light breeze was blowing through the tall Douglas Fir trees. There wasn’t anything else but that. I held her close to me as we listened. The skies were clear. Snow was all around us. I said, “Let’s build a fire.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">We gathered up some wood and I got out some kindling that I had packed in the back of my Jeep. I showed her how to set some good sized rocks in a small circle and put the kindling in the middle stacked up in two different layers. I had her set the smaller pieces of dry wood that we found and shape them into a tee-pee formation and gave her the lighter to start the fire. She really liked that. I explained what we were looking for. We wanted to wait for the smaller pieces to catch fire and burn into red hot coals as we added more pieces that were a bit larger. I had an iron poker that I got out of the rig so she could use that to move the pieces around. I didn’t have to tell her to be careful or anything – she didn’t need that kind of guidance at all. She was really cautious about everything, and yet she had this confidence about her in everything she was doing. I was very proud of her – but I didn’t want to say that either. I just didn’t want her to feel like I was talking to her like a kid. She was a grown woman – and it was time for her to cook the meal.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I got out two cans of chili with the pop open lids and handed them to her. She knew exactly what to do. She opened up the lids a tiny bit so they could vent out steam, carefully setting them down inside the rocks next to the hot coals. It was perfect and we were anxious to eat. I got out the hot dogs and buns I bought at the mini-mart and handed her my knife. I said I would find us a couple of branches so she could get some dogs going.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">She was really focused on that fire and the food. We were both hungry. There is something about the mountains when you’re up there that takes over your tummy and we couldn’t wait to dig in. I had all the plates and utensils ready.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">The Fritos made the final touch. I crushed some up in the bag and let her pour them over the chili dogs. I popped open a can of diet soda for each of us – and there we were, sitting on a log next to a warm crackling fire in the mountains with only the sound of the breeze whistling through the tops of those tall trees all around us.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">We talked a little bit about what it would be like to set up camp here if we had to. There was a spot in between two trees that would be perfect to set up the tarp, and I wanted her to see it. I said, “We’re not really going to stay here tonight, but let’s set it all up just to see what it looks like. Besides – I have something else I want to do, you’ll see.” She was eager to learn how to set it up and I could tell that my hint of something else was eating away at her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">We strung out some rope between the tree branches and hung the tarp over it, spreading it out to either side. I showed her how to angle the tarp down to allow the rain to run off and secure it into the ground with the steaks I had. We stretched out the other tarp by doubling it over and secured that flat on the ground to the same steaks. I pulled out my thick sleeping bags and opened up one flat on top of the ground tarp to insulate us from the cold snow. The other one I set on top of that and opened the zipper a little.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I got out some smaller pieces of 3 foot long rope and laid them next to the sleeping bag and then I told her what I was thinking. I said, “OK, would you like to do a little role playing and see what happens next?” She looked at me a little bewildered, but I could see a tiny smile forming. I told her to lie down inside the sleeping bag and pretend she was asleep. I said a total stranger is going to come along and sneak up on you. You can scream and fight all you want – and nobody is around to help you. She caught my drift and she knew what I was going to do.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I walked away while she crawled into the sleeping bag. I waited for about 5 minutes in the distance. I went around her to a different position so she couldn’t see me approach her. I carefully snuck up closer without making a sound. She didn’t realize that I was so close. I got right up to her and jumped on top of her, grabbing her by a fist full of hair and forcing her to turn over onto her tummy. She tried to fight me and screamed out – but I just sat on top of her with my weight and told her to shut up and pushed her head down into the sleeping bag and held it there while I brought one hand behind her back. I looped the rope around that wrist and kneeled on it so she couldn’t move, then I grabbed her other wrist and tied them both together. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">When I flipped her over, she started to struggle some more so I slapped her and told her to shut up again and lie still. I gagged her with my handkerchief. With her arms tied behind her, I undid her belt and unzipped her jeans before I pulled everything down to her boots. I flipped her back over onto her tummy and pulled her up into a kneeling position and pushed her head back down. I dropped my pants and quickly rolled a condom over my cock before I took her from behind. Holding her by the rope around her wrist with one hand, I inserted my cock into her pussy with the other. I was rock hard again and very horny. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I was really rough on her. I slapped her ass several times and she was struggling with me trying to cry out in protest through the gag. I had to grab a fist full of hair many times and hold her down at the angle I wanted. I was pounding away on her and she was very wet. Her ass was getting pink with all of the bare handed spankings I gave her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I pulled out of her and flipped her back over straddling her chest. I took off the gag and told her to suck my cock, but she wouldn’t do it, so I slapped her twice more as I grabbed her by the hair with one hand lifting her head up off the ground and forcing her mouth to it. She began to suck on it and lick it then tried to stop. I had to get rough with her some more until she gave in and stayed on it working me up. As it neared, I grabbed my cock and pulled it out of her mouth and stroked myself into an explosive orgasm all over her face. I was breathing heavy and moaning loudly as I milked it all out of me. I got off her and threw down my knife so she could get to it, and walked off.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I only walked about 50 yards away and hid behind some trees as I watched her. She struggled a little bit but eventually was able to cut herself free, wipe her face off, and pull up her pants. She stood up and looked around, but I hid from her so she couldn’t see where I was at. I wasn’t done with her yet, she just thought I was. She went back over to the fire and sat down on one of the nearby logs. This was my chance to get at her again. She didn’t know where I went and her back was facing toward me. Once again, I snuck up on her and used my coat to put over her head. She tried to struggle with me again, but I put her into an arm bar with a hair hold and took her back over to the sleeping bag and pushed her down. I picked up the knife and pulled the coat off of her head.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">She was smiling at me again – so this time, I thought OK, I’m going to strip her naked and tie her into a 4 point spread-eagle using the steaks we had set in the ground to hold the tarps down. When I set them, I already had this scenario in mind, so they were spread out just right where she couldn’t reach them and they were pounded down into the ground to hold her. I aggressively pulled off her boots and all of her clothes and every time she tried to fight me, I just slapped her again and grabbed her hair with my fist and twisted it until she winced in pain. Once I had her naked, I made a slip knot for each rope as I put it around each wrist and ankle and tied her down securely to the 4 steaks. There she was spread out naked in front of me and there wasn’t any way for her to get out of it. I covered her up the best I could and went to my Jeep to get another blanket and returned. I covered up the rest of her so she wouldn’t get cold, then I gagged her again. I took of my boots and clothes and got under the blanket with her. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I went straight down on her and spread her labia open as I licked and sucked on her clit. I used my fingers to get inside her and work on the g-spot as my tongue flickered and teased her clit. When I sucked on it, I sucked really hard to pull all of the blood I could get into it to make it swollen. I teased her into a desperate frenzy by ‘Edging’ her as she pulled against those ropes. I had to stop and check on her once to make sure her circulation wasn’t getting cut off.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I brought her to the brink of orgasm several times, but I stopped. She was thrashing and moaning and I told her to beg me as she strained against her bonds looking at me. She begged – but it was useless. I just kept torturing her. This was a rape fantasy and I was forcing her to tell me she wanted my cock and wanted to cum.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I made her beg me for it several times over the next 20 minutes – but I didn’t give it to her just yet. I wanted her to go over the edge with mind play while I teased her. She didn’t expect it, but I reached over to my pants pocket and pulled out a pair of adjustable nipple clamps. I showed them to her as she struggled from side to side trying to prevent me from attaching them. I slapped her face and squeezed her jaw firmly as I told her she better hold still otherwise I will put them on tighter.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">She realized that I was in control again and she knew I meant it – so she held very still for me as I put them on until I could see her wince in pain. I told her if she moved too much, I would tighten them down. I went back down on her and continued working her up to several let downs again. The blanket had pulled down a little bit so I could see her head. She lifted up to look down at me torturing her and watched with desperation. I looked at her while I teased her clit. She wanted it so bad. She was gyrating her pelvis trying to get more satisfaction, but it wasn’t working. I made her keep begging me through the gag to fuck her as I got up onto my knees and rolled on another condom. I lifted her waist up and rolled up my jacket under the small of her back so her ass was off the ground. I quickly inserted my cock and started pounding on her as hard and as fast as I could, hitting the g-spot with my cock while my pelvis slammed into her clit with each thrust.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">She was breathing heavy and moaning as I held her around the waist and fucked her. It didn’t take very long, and I could tell she was about to come. That sight of her underneath me as I pounded away was so intense that my orgasm was right there. As she started to cum, I couldn’t hold back and let a load go inside her as I screamed out myself like a wild man. We both had a violent orgasm at the same time and I slowed my pace down inside her to a gentle slow stroke, using my finger on her clit pushing in on it like a button with a little bit of pressure with light motions up and down. She was shuttering in spasms and I was still milking myself inside her as I watched her face go into contortions with mine.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">When it was over, I pulled out of her and covered us both back up. I removed the gag and asked her what she thought. She said, “Oh my god – you’re a fucking animal.” I told her that she was so hot and wild as I began to untie her, and I added, “I think I’m the guy that knows how to handle you.” She just smiled at me again.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">When she sat up, she gave me another big hug and we just held each other like that wrapped in the blanket for a couple of minutes and didn’t say anything. She was learning from me and we were both fulfilling fantasies at the same time. I spoke to her softly and asked her if she was feeling something for me like I was for her, and she said yes. There wasn’t any doubt in my mind. I felt it coming from her just like she did from me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">We got dressed and doused the fire with snow. We got everything packed away in the Jeep and headed back down the trail. It was a one hour drive back to town and our day wasn’t even half over yet.</span></div>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08104596957225133813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378984397600175977.post-14325796151335465242011-02-23T01:10:00.000-08:002011-02-23T01:10:11.673-08:00Young Blonde - Part V<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Settled in the recliner out in the living room while I waited for her, I kept thinking to myself that this just doesn’t happen like this. The night had turned from just going out to dance with someone to an evening filled with emotions and feelings that I haven’t experienced in some time.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Katelyn was an extraordinary beautiful young woman – nice to the core and yet so passionate wanting to experience something on the wild side. I couldn’t help but notice her blue eyes – and behind them was a woman who was missing something in her life. There was more in there than just the passion – she needed someone who knew how to handle her. A man that could sense when to touch her, when to hold her, and when to keep quiet and just share the moment.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">It’s a treasured gift to experience what we did, and there wasn’t anything to compare it to. She was so unique in every way. The night had been captured and stored in my memory – something that I would cherish for the rest of my life. And I sensed that she felt the same way about it too. But I also had some other feelings that were bothering me. My common sense was fighting with my heart; and although I knew she liked me, I also knew that I couldn’t expect her to stay with me. Her whole life was ahead of her – and I envisioned her trying to find the love of her life, living happily ever after with a real man, having children to raise in a house with a picket fence out in the country. Between my common sense and the feelings I found deep inside me, I also knew how difficult her journey was probably going to be trying to find the right man to match her that she could trust. It’s so sad – but very true. A long shot at best – she’ll try and probably find heartache along the way, but hopefully it won’t end in tragedy with her becoming a single mom.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Because of all my thoughts about this, I had changed my mind about getting us a beer and poured two glasses of red wine for us instead. It was a much better choice given the circumstances. Candles still flickering in the dim light; the love songs were playing softly over my stereo system in the living room. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Katelyn came out fully dressed and was happy to see the romantic setting again as I handed a glass of wine to her. We each took a sip at the same time – and she had that smile again as she brought the glass to her lips. Briefly exchanging glances with me, she looked down toward the floor. So amazing – I couldn’t get over her doing this. She was so feminine and submissive – knowing her place in a relationship with a man who cared for her deeply.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I told her I had some things I wanted to talk with her about and asked her if she felt like talking with me. She was eager to listen to what I had to say, so we sat down on the living room floor together – close to each other’s side to complete the intimate surroundings. It was a time to talk about our experience. Not the sex – just what we were feeling for each other. That was the important piece that we had to get through somehow and I knew that she was probably feeling something that needed to come out.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I began by telling her how rare this night was. Holding her hand, I said, “In my wildest dreams, this night was never in them. There was something very special that occurred between us that no words could ever describe. We clicked from the moment we saw each other – and the feelings we shared together tonight came from deep inside our hearts.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Her eyes began to swell with tears again. It was hard for her to look into my eyes, but I knew she was listening. What I had to say next was something I wanted to share with her, but it had to be done very delicately because I did not want to hurt her feelings – and that’s exactly where I started.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">“Katelyn – everything about us tonight was filled full of love, compassion and understanding between us. I could feel your emotions and knew when to keep silent just holding your hands. I felt the love when I wrapped my arms around you. This just doesn’t happen so quickly or easily unless two people are a good match for each other. But more important – we both felt it at the same time. It was magical and I’ve honestly not felt anything like it for many years.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Her tears were rolling down her cheeks now. And just like I did earlier, I wiped them away while bringing my forehead close to hers. I just let that sink in for a moment before continuing. It was another precious moment to treasure – a time to let her emotions pour out. I said, “I sense that you are feeling something deep inside – and I want you to know that I am here for you. Sometimes it is best not to say anything – but other times it helps to share it with someone you trust and confide in for understanding. I’m that guy.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">This was when she really started to cry and became more emotional. There was something bothering her and somehow I felt it had something to do with me. The first thing that crossed my mind was that she had fallen in love with me, but then after a second thought – I just knew it had to be something else from her past.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">It was difficult to understand what she said to me while she was crying, but I was able to make out something about her past boyfriend. He cheated on her and broke her heart. Crying her heart out, she said, “He was at a party with his friends and left with another girl.” It was too emotional for her to go on, so I just held her in my arms and went through it with her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Whispering softly in her ear, I said, “Just let it all out Katelyn. Let those hurt feelings pour out of you with all you’ve got.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">As she began to recover, she was able to tell me more. “Every guy I have ever been with has hurt me and let me down. I thought there was real love – but it always ended wrong. They were ass holes – and I was always afraid of being hurt by the next guy because of my past boyfriends.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I just listened to her. This night had an effect on her and brought out some locked up emotions that were buried deep inside her heart. She had to let it out – and I felt that she trusted me to help her do this.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">She continued to cry as she explained how her last relationship had only lasted a few weeks. She said she felt so devastated and used by him and all the others for sex. Then she said they weren’t anything at all like I was.” She stopped there.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">After a few seconds of letting that settle, I thought I better say something and said, “It’s OK Katelyn, I feel your pain…and what we experienced together tonight is very rare. What I am saying is that we are very fortunate to have met each other. I have you in my arms – and you are safe with me, I will never hurt you or let you down. And even though you’ve experienced some very difficult times in your relationships, there is a way to work through that to protect your heart from hurting again. I promise to help you do that, but right now – l just want to hold you and let you feel something. It’s called love – and yes, you can have those feelings anytime and it doesn’t have to be me. It could be your best friend here right now holding you.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">She seemed to understand me, and as I held her in my arms, I also felt her love. It was all I could do to keep my tears inside. Her hurt was my pain and this bond we shared was very strong. I couldn’t let her go.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">We slowly sipped on our wine as we listened to the love songs. I am sure that had something to do with our emotions on this night. Music has a way of doing that – inspiring a memory recall with lyrics and melody.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I mentioned that too. How this music was able to set the mood and make us remember. Here we are together with each other – sharing it all.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I told her that there was another day ahead of us and asked her if she would like to stay with me tonight. She said yes. With that, I got up and held out my hand to help her up. We walked down the hallway to the master bedroom holding hands. I turned on the light and dimmed it to a softer setting. I opened up the dresser drawer and gave her some pajamas. She changed into them as I got the bed ready and got undressed.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">She climbed in first and I tucked her in snug before turning off the light. She was happy to be with me – and I didn’t care about anything else. I got into bed and we cuddled up facing each other. Our noses touching – she kissed me on the lips as we held each other in our arms. Her lips were soft and moist. She kept kissing me with more feeling; intent on sending me a message of love. I felt like I loved her too – and the way I kissed her was very soft and romantic. We made out like this for at least five minutes.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Her hand went down to find me beginning to swell through my bikini underwear. She pulled them down around my upper thighs and then went down on me under the sheets. Her moist lips started to kiss all around the shaft and head before she started licking it slowly; taking me in her mouth, slowly moving up and down. Her hand was firmly grasped around the shaft as she worked on me. Most of her efforts were concentrated on the head, licking and swirling her tongue all around it. Exploring her way down, she knew where to stop for a few seconds to nibble and flick her tongue on that sweet spot about 1 ½ inches below the tip of the head before coming back up top.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I was so hard for me because I wanted to take her – but this was her gift to me and I didn’t want to change anything. I knew this is what she wanted to do for me by turning me on – and it was so romantic knowing how we felt for each other.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">It was quickly starting to boil up inside me and she could tell by the way I was moaning and starting to breathe more heavily. She just kept working me at a very slow pace as if she wanted it to last. She wasn’t trying to ruin my orgasm or use the ‘Edging’ technique to bring me close and then slow down or stop. She just kept working me very slowly without stopping.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I wanted it to last all night long – but there wasn’t anything I could do about it. I was so hot, filled with emotions of love – Katelyn was doing this to me and I felt she wanted it. The sensation of love combined with her wanting to do this to turn me on and get me off was very powerful. It didn’t feel dirty. It felt much different to me than what I am used to. This was about loving me for who I am and doing it to me with feelings of love. It just boiled up to an explosive eruption as she worked it all out of me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">That orgasm was very powerful and lasted nearly two minutes. My muscles had tensed up right at the moment I came. Her hand pumped out every last drop as she took it all in. It was so intense – nothing like this had happened to me in a long time. And as I began to recover, my muscles relaxed. She pulled up my shorts and came back up to lie down on the pillow beside me. Her lips came to mine, and I kissed her. I didn’t mind it at all. It was very sensuous kissing the woman who loved me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Nothing was said; we just kissed for awhile as we held each other close. We were interlocked into some sort of bond that both of us were enjoying and neither of us wanted to do anything but just kiss and hold each other.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Even though the room was very dark and we couldn’t see each other, we still found the love as we embraced in an anatomical juxtaposition of two orbicular muscles combined in a state of contraction. That is a description of a kiss that I learned many years ago and never forgot it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">It was getting late – and we eventually settled into a comfortable position. I turned over onto my other side with my back to her so she could put her arms around me first. We lay like this for about 15 minutes before switching. Somehow, we both knew we had to take turns and I was going to be last so that I could put my arms around her as she fell fast asleep in my loving embrace. The night was coming to an end – and the sun would be up soon. There was going to be a tomorrow – and we both knew it.</span></div>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08104596957225133813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378984397600175977.post-29058563382456453792011-02-09T12:02:00.001-08:002011-02-23T01:10:35.154-08:00Young Blonde - Part IV<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I wasn’t sure about Katelyn. I just didn’t feel right about wanting to do some of these things with her on this night. She seemed so sweet and innocent – and yet so hot with those eyes, face and her smile. The tender moments that we just shared meant more to me than anything else at this point. She had interest, passion and fear - and it was all in a blender getting mixed up because we really don’t know each other.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">She popped the bathroom door open just a crack and asked me if I had an extra toothbrush and toothpaste. I got up from the recliner and walked to the door and all I could see was her fingers wrapped around the door and that innocent smile on her face. I thought ‘OMG – she’s naked in there – is this really happening?’ I said, “Yeah, right up there in the cupboard is a container with everything in it.” She said thanks and closed the door. I heard her open the cupboard and then water running in the sink. I needed a drink – I was getting anxious.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I went into the kitchen and poured us two glasses of red wine that I had bought about 3 weeks ago. I tasted it first to make sure it was OK and it seemed alright to me. About 1/3 full in each glass – let it breathe a little! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">The mood I was thinking about at this moment had just come to me. Wine? That means candles in low light, soft love making music and just the two of us. It dawned on me just then. Why not? It would be perfect no matter what she chooses to do with her shirt. So I quickly lit two candles I had nearby and set one on the kitchen table and one in the living room right next to the handcuffs laying conspicuously on top of the lamp stand between the two recliners. This was the perfect place to set both glasses of wine! I looked at it again and thought – ‘Wow, this is awesome with all three things bundled together but something is missing – Ahhh I know….two small pieces of Hershey’s miniature chocolates! Got em’. Now it was set, except I didn’t have a fresh rose – damn that would have been the perfect topping. But I remember I did have roses. They were artificial ones in a vase on top of one of my big speakers in the living room. I grabbed the dark red one and laid it down across the handcuffs – this was it now…it couldn’t be better unless it was a real rose, but somehow I sensed it wouldn’t matter to her. It was just right the way it was. Another one of those snapshots in life that I would savor – and I thought she would too.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I found a music channel on my satellite system that was just right for the mood. It was sensual love making music. I set the volume low and just in the nick of time. I heard the bathroom door open so I quickly plopped back down in the recliner and leaned back a little.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">The bathroom and hallway was behind me, so I couldn’t see her until she walked out in front of me and knelt down in front of my recliner just inches away. Our eyes locked onto each other briefly as we both smiled, but I couldn’t help myself. I looked down at her breasts and waist - then her red lace panties and beautiful smooth thighs - her feet tucked under that tiny ass! She was a beautiful young woman with a perfect slim body and she stayed right there just like that as I gazed over every inch of her several times. She just smiled at me the whole time, but when I looked at her again, she looked away toward the floor. There wasn’t anything to say to each other. Just experience the chemistry – let it work.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">She remained silent and was moving slightly in time with the music playing. Her eyes would sometimes come back up to look at mine. It wasn’t magic anymore. This was really a chemical compound that was forming and I could feel the passion coming from her. That’s when she looked over toward the lamp stand and saw everything that I placed out there for us. Her lips parted slightly with a big smile as her eyes opened wide. She was totally taken by surprise – it was obvious. She looked back at me smiling as I got up from the recliner and handed her one glass of wine. I kneeled down beside her with my wine and we interlocked our arms as we brought the glasses to our lips to take our first sip. Our eyes locked onto each other – it was intoxicating and I could tell she was really into this already. I was so happy to see her like this – enjoying herself and feeling comfortable with everything. It was the right choice.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I haven’t done anything like this in a long time. It was different – so romantically tender; full of energy waiting to be released. The chemistry between us was building rapidly. We were enjoying the soft music and wine – and we didn’t say a word. It was a special snapshot moment again – and my brain was absorbing everything from all of my senses. I kept looking over her body and returned to those blue eyes that would sometimes look down toward the floor. Our smiles were very slight now – and we both knew why. It was time to move on.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I grabbed the flower from the stand and brought it to her lips as she parted them slightly and held it with her teeth. I just smiled as she looked at me intently. Then I reached for the handcuffs. She looked at them as I held them up in front of her. I opened up one and with my left hand I gently took hold of her right hand and brought it up to my lips kissing the top of her hand softly as I looked in her eyes. I guided her hand into the cuff and clicked it down several notches being careful that it wasn’t too tight. I watched for any changes from her and didn’t detect anything. I held onto the cuffs by the chain link with my left hand, opened the second one, and used my right hand to gently guide her left hand up to my lips again. This time I sucked on her fingers for a moment; kissing the top of that hand before I locked it into the cuff. I reached over to get the key off of the stand and dead-locked the cuffs so they wouldn’t cinch any tighter. This prevents any risk of cutting off the circulation in her wrists or hands.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">As I held onto the cuffs with one hand I gently guided her down on the carpet and positioned her flat on her back. I stretched her arms out over the top of her head back as far as they would go. Holding them there I gently brought my other hand to her forehead and slowly slid my hand down over her eyelids. I bent down and whispered in her ear, “Keep them closed and don’t move your arms.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I let go of her arms so that both of my hands were free to begin working on her. I started by removing the rose she was holding between her teeth; and while tilting her head over to one side, I moved her long blonde hair back out of the way. I wanted to start with her right ear - blowing into it softly; breathing heavily; then nibbling and whispering to her, “Let yourself go.” She sighed as I worked on her ear for a little while before I started to move to her neck. Kissing her softly along the way, I used my lips and tongue to nibble and lick on her neck as I explored every part of her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Her sighs of anticipation were mixed with pleasure – I could tell. She wasn’t afraid anymore. This was working and there wasn’t anything to stop me now. I intended to finish what I started. It was her night – and everything I was doing was for her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Her skin was very soft and smooth. I felt her quiver a little bit as I worked my way down the right side of her neck toward her shoulder. I came back up the neck to the jaw bone and cheek, but I avoided going near her lips. I wanted her to make that move if she ever felt it was right. I continued going down her chest with an occasional slow lick, nibbling and kissing every crevice. She knew where I was going. I cupped her right breast with my right hand and sucked hard on the nipple. Stopping briefly to swirl my tongue all around it, I began flickering my tongue over it before sucking on it again. It was getting very hard and her sighs started to turn into heavy breathing mixed with moans of pleasure.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I stayed on her breast for awhile before I straddled over the top of her and worked on the other one. I had her directly underneath me as she kept her arms stretched out over her head like I told her. I reminded her to keep her eyes closed no matter what happened and then came up to her jaw with one hand and readjusted her head so it wasn’t over to one side anymore. She was so submissive that she left it stay in the position I had placed it when I started. I brought my index and middle finger up to her lips as she parted them. I inserted both fingers gently inside behind her lower lip as I pulled it down gently to see what she would do. Her tongue and lips instinctively began working on my fingers like it was my cock, licking and sucking them slowly. I let her do that while my other hand gently squeezed and pulled on her right nipple. Her mouth opened wider when I did that, so I used my fingers and hand to be a little bit rough on her. I pulled them out of her mouth and used my thumb and fingers to squeeze her mouth firmly from both sides; turning her head from side to side; slapping her; and then back to her mouth with my fingers roughly exploring her lips as her tongue tried to swirl around and lick them. Any time she didn’t do it right I repeated my assault on her face and pinched her nipple harder.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I made her wince and moan in pain before I stopped. I came back to the nipple that I had been pinching and went down on it using my tongue. I squeezed her breast while I licked on it and swirled my tongue around it. My other hand was busy pinching the other nipple and pulling it straight up. My teeth bit into her nipple holding it like that for a few seconds before I bit it harder and pulled it straight up making her cry out again. I could tell exactly where her pain tolerance level was at by using these techniques and it was my way of learning how far I could take her on this night. I wanted it to be perfect – just enough to do her like she’s never been done before.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I slowed down working on her breasts and paused briefly before I began my journey south. Moving toward her navel; using my lips and tongue; every inch was explored. She was starting to breathe more heavily; the panting more noticeable; the frequency of sighs and moans were increasing and getting louder. Her body was quivering more intensely. She was getting desperate for it; enjoying the intoxicating sensations; frustrated and anticipating what was about to happen to her - and I deliberately took my time to slowly make my way down on her. I wanted to prolong ravishing her body with a delicate mix of pleasure and pain – she wanted it – and there was no stopping it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">As my quest to the target continued, I looked back up at her face and saw the candlelight flickering off of her chin. She bit down with her upper teeth over her lower lip and let out a sigh as I slowly kept inching my way down into her inner thighs, opening up both legs with each hand. She started to arch her back upward and began gyrating her pelvis around a little bit. She was so ready for me and was sending all the right signals.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">It was so hot watching the effect I had on her. Everything I was doing to her was edging her up to a higher level of foreplay using a light sensual touch; my lips kissing her; sucking and nibbling all around the inner thighs on both legs. I was starting to feel my own sensation building deep inside me as my cock began to swell. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I stopped for a second to readjust her body and brought both of her legs up over my shoulders and let them rest there as I went back down on her. My thumbs spreading her labia lips apart, I zeroed in on my target. I sensed that everything I was doing to her had never been done the way I did it by any of the younger men in her life. I was handling her like an experienced man and she was working with me by exploring new ways of being romantic and passionate.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">With the palm of my right hand upside down, I inserted my index and middle finger inside her pussy so I could reach her g-spot just inside at the top of her canal. She was so wet and ready; sighing and squirming; so innocent and young – an experienced man had taken over her mind and body.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Her clit was swollen and slightly sticking out from under its protective hood. I fluttered my tongue all around it as my fingers massaged and stroked her g-spot very slowly; her guttural moans, sighs and heavy panting became more intense. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I had her mind and body under my control and purposely kept it there so she could savor the moment. My lips came down and clamped onto her clit as I sucked more blood into it as hard as I could – holding it there momentarily. With each different technique I used, there was another noticeable difference in her sighs or moans. Licking her clit slowly at first - I increased the pressure and speed several times as my fingers assaulted her pussy. I looked up at her and saw her lips and mouth were contorted.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">The effect of ‘Edging’ is very deliberate and frustrating. There is nothing like the feeling of someone else controlling the pleasure and I was bringing her up close to the brink of having an orgasm before I slowed and brought her back down. Repeated assaults on her clit and pussy kept her in this frenzied state; her pelvic gyrations were moving around in a desperate attempt to try and get more pressure and satisfaction; but not just yet – I was just getting started – we were both enjoying this too much. This was the sign I was waiting for. She wanted it badly – and I was just torturing her with my tongue, lips and fingers – sucking her clit into a hard little ball; flickering and licking all over it with varied speed and pressure; my fingers never stopped the friction on her g-spot. She didn’t have any choice but to lay there while I teased her. Never moving her arms that had been stretched back over her head; never opening her eyes. She was the ultimate submissive partner – and she probably didn’t even realize that I was training her by doing all of these things to her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">It was all I could do to keep myself from stopping so I could rip my clothes off and pounce on her with my rod – but I kept myself in check. My cock was so hard and with each heartbeat I could feel it throbbing inside my pants. Larger than average, I hadn’t achieved this intensity in a long time and I could only attribute my condition to this romantic and passionate experience as the reason why I was so horny. The two of us were interlocked into a chemical reaction like a nuclear reactor and the energy was building inside both of us at the same time. We were both getting near a boiling point and I knew what had to be done next.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">This was a rare opportunity while she was so hot and wet – I had to seize the moment and take her to the next level that was on my mind. It would be harder for her to resist anything I wanted to do to her now – her body was doing all the talking and she had no control over it. She would do most anything I told her now – desperate for me to continue; desperate for more pleasure; wanting me to ‘Edge’ her for a long time until I allowed her to have a violent orgasm. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I brought her frenzy back down for the last time and then stopped. I told her to open her eyes and she looked right at me in a daze, and all I did was bring the index finger of my right hand up to her lips and say, “No talking. Just do exactly what I say. I am not done with you yet.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I moved her thighs off of my shoulders and pulled her up from the floor and brought her hands in front of her and unlocked the handcuffs. Setting them on the stand as I got up, I reached out with one hand to pull her up onto her feet. I guided her over the arm of the black leather recliner and had her get back down on her knees. I pushed her arms and tummy into the recliner with one hand pushing down on the middle of her back. Her tight sweet ass was sticking out high in the air and I told her to stay there and don’t move. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I had my favorite spanking tool hidden under the recliner. It’s a 12-inch long wooden incense holder used to capture the falling ashes from an incense stick. I grabbed a fist full of her hair and turned her head so she could see the wooden holder. I could tell she was afraid, but I knew my rough man handling and control was important. I twisted her head back around and pushed her face down into the recliner. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I told her that it was time to mix pain with pleasure. I brought the stick up to her left cheek and began with several firm taps – repeating them quickly; 10-15 until I noticed her squirming a little bit. It wasn’t extremely hard, but it was just enough to get her ass stinging fairly quickly – and it’s the perfect tool to use on rookies. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Switching to the other cheek and smacking her 10-15 times with the same intensity, I let her rest for a few seconds. I re-adjusted my hair hold on her with a tighter grip so that she couldn’t squirm as much and would remember how it felt to be held down and controlled by a strong man.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">My attack on her ass kept alternating back and forth from cheek to cheek and it started to turn pink. She began to show signs of reaching a beginner’s first level pain threshold by crying out with a muffled moan or scream more often. I’d let her recover for a few seconds and kept working her ass with more intensity. When I detected she couldn’t take any more of it, I let her off the hook.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Never letting go of her hair, I set the stick down and firmly pushed her head into the recliner and told her not to move a muscle. I used both hands to open her legs very wide in that kneeling position over the arm of the chair. I got up to get the peppermint extract and baby oil from my bondage room and returned. I opened up the extract and put some on the first two fingers of my left hand. I reached around her waist and rubbed the extract on her clit and some on her labia lips. The heat is more powerful than most gels, lotions or creams and it has the same effect only for use outside of the body cavities. I told her what I was doing and asked her to tell me when she could feel it starting to get warm. After about 30 seconds or so, she said, “Yeah – I can feel that.” I said OK, and then told her I was going to use baby oil. I poured some on the same fingers and applied it to that area at least 4 times to make sure there was going to be enough.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">With my left hand wrapped around her waist and the two fingers massaging her clit in slow circular motions, I smacked her ass several times with the palm of my right hand before I inserted the index and middle fingers in her pussy. The doggy style angle was perfect in this position and found those sensitive g-spot wrinkles right away. I was using my fingers to assault her from behind like she was getting fucked. My other hand was vigorously rubbing on her clit, pinching it firmly and stroking it; the alternating techniques were driving her crazy. Her muffled screams of pleasure and anticipation of achieving a climax had quickly turned into moans of agony and frustration when I slowed down.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">The angle of attack from behind had a powerful effect on her. I kept ‘Edging’ her for about 15 minutes before I brought her back down again and finally asked her if she wanted it, and she cried out in desperation, telling to me to let her cum, but I wouldn’t. Instead, I made her beg me and she thought I was going to go through with it each time – but I knew just when to stop. She never had this done to her before, apparently because the younger men in her life were only interested in getting themselves off.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">When I finally stopped, I picked up the stick and started smacking her ass again. She tried to complain, so I held her down and smacked her harder. Pushing her back down into the recliner with my left hand holding her down, I worked on that tight ass! She began to cry out in pain, so I dropped it and started in on her clit and g-spot again. I elevated the intensity of my pounding and pressure until she went into a wild frenzied trance. She was so desperate to cum, but I sternly told her, “Not yet. I’m going to have to tie you down in the other room.” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I worked on her like this for another five minutes, with short rest periods in between. She was insatiable for lust and passionate sex and she knew what else I had in store for her. This is exactly where I wanted her mind and body to be before taking her to my bondage room.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I finally quit and told her to stand up and come with me. I walked down the hallway with her following right behind me. I quickly washed my hands in the bathroom and asked her if she needed to use the restroom and she said no. I dried my hands off and escorted her out of the bathroom by holding one arm firmly just above the elbow. She was cooperative, but there was a hint of uncertainty about taking her in there and tying her up. She respected me and was placing her trust and faith in me by returning back to the bondage room. It’s something I cherish, honor and respect; never to be abused or taken advantage of; the submissive partner is giving me her mind and body to be captured and controlled in so many varying ways; a very special gift that is given only to a few people in a lifetime.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">As I took her into the room, I whispered in her left ear and said, “You may feel a little unsure about all this – but I am here with you and will make sure everything will be OK. I want to do this all for you – and I promise in my heart that you will enjoy every second of it as I take your mind and body on a fantasy.” I showed her my box of condoms and assured her that if she told me to take her, I would use them. She nodded with approval and a smile but kept quiet. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">While she stood there naked, I grabbed my lighter that was within my reach and got up onto the bed. I opened up the medieval lantern that was hanging from the black chain link attached to a hook in the ceiling over the bed in the corner close to the headboard. Inside was a medium size scented candle of herbs and spices from Asia. I lit the candle and then closed the door and latched in securely. On the wall, centered above the headboard, I had mounted an iron wrought wall sconce that also matched the bed frame and lantern. The two pieces accent the room a slight hint of medieval times. I lit that candle and then got down off the bed and dimmed the overhead ceiling light.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I opened up the closet and retrieved a wedge shaped pillow and placed it on top of the bedspread right in the center. It is 10-inches thick at one end and gradually slants down to a 1-inch thickness at the other end in a triangle shape with about a 20 degree angle. There are many advantages to having and using this wedge. She can either lay down on her back with her ass laying on top of the thicker end – or she can place her knees on the bedspread just in front of that end and lean over the wedge to lay down on it that way. It provides total access for cunninglus, anal sex and sexual intercourse when she is on her back. When she is on her knees, her ass will be held in a higher position that makes it stick out at the perfect angle for spanking and assault, but there isn’t any access to her clit because she is lying down over it on the wedge. Depending on what I wanted to do with her, I had two options to choose from. I explained all of these and had her lay down on her back because I wanted her clit exposed. I helped guide her into the exact position where I wanted and told her to just relax and not move. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I retrieved three bundles of rope from the nearby drawers. I showed them to her and once again assured her that everything would be alright. I asked her if she felt OK about this and she nodded yes with a seductive smile. This was it – there was no turning back anymore.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I lifted her right leg and thigh up to her chest and placed the elbow of her right arm directly beside and outside of her knee. I wrapped the rope around the two joints of each limb about 6 times, then switched by wrapping it around inside and between her arm and leg about 4 times, then tied it in a double knot. Her arm was now bound securely to her leg using the elbow and knee joints. I brought her right wrist down and placed it along the outside of her right ankle and did the same thing there. Her arm was now securely bound to her right leg and her knee was kept up fairly close to her chest. I have no doubt in my mind that she knew exactly why I was tying her up this way. The combination of her laying down slanted back on the wedge pillow with her arms binding her legs and keeping them bent back out of the way was completely exposing her wide open to me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I crawled over the top of her with some more rope and did the same thing to her left arm and leg. After getting that secured just the way I wanted it, I reached over that side of the bed and pulled up the two black nylon straps that were secured to ‘O-rings’ on the bed frame. I pulled her left knee and elbow over to that strap to stretch her open and wide and then tied that around the rope that held those two joints together. Then I brought her foot and wrist over to the second strap in the position and angle that I wanted and secured it. I crawled back over her and as I stood on the floor, I did the same thing with her right arm and leg. Once I had everything set, I could see that she was totally helpless and spread wide open. There was no way for her to get out of this. I checked for circulation problems and didn’t see any issues developing. I told her to tell me something if she felt any tingling or cold sensation in her limbs. Because the 2 ‘O-rings’ are evenly spaced between the headboard and footboard on the bottom of the frame at each side of the bed, the straps held her in a 4-point spread which prevented her from moving her legs inward and she couldn’t move up or down on the wedge either.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I took out the leather blindfold and fastened it around her eyes using the Velcro strap to secure it firmly around the back of her neck. I didn’t want her to see anything I was doing after that. I turned on my portable boom box that already had a CD in it containing some very special music that I recently acquired for my collection of toys. It’s the kind of instrumental music you would expect to hear in a porno movie only this has a slightly different effect with the electronic techno style of beat. The rhythm of beats are very steady and are just perfect for matching sexual play in time with the beats if I chose to do that with her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Her imagination must have been running wild once I had turned that on. I lit up one incense stick and then went to work. It was time to tease this young woman to a plateau that she has never been on and the mind play had already started and would soon take its effect on her. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I retrieved the Hitachi Wand vibrator and two stretchable Velcro straps that I use to wrap around the thighs to hold it right where it put it. I plugged it into the programmable timer that I had already set for intervals of 1 minute on, then 1 minute off, in a repeating cycle. As I spread open her labia, I pressed the vibrator head directly on her clit which was swollen. With the 2 stretchable Velcro straps, I wrapped them around her thigh first and then around the stem of the vibrator head. I adjusted each one so it would hold the head firmly against her clit. Each strap has a buckle to adjust the tension and set it to stay.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I plugged in the timer, but didn’t turn it on just yet. She knew I had attached something against her clit, but I wasn’t going to tell her anything anymore. I wanted her mind to experience the fear factor with a little uncertainty along with the feeling of being totally helpless and not being able to move, see or talk.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">In another drawer, I pulled out a pair of adjustable nipple clamps with an adjusting screw near the pinching ends. I placed one on her right nipple and she winced in pain until I adjusted it. Then I set the other one doing the same thing on purpose so she would feel the pain again before I eased it up for her. She was learning to trust me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I keep a sealed plastic bag in a drawer that is full of various creams, lotions and oils, but the one that works best outside of the body cavities is peppermint extract. I had left that in the living room, so I stepped out only for a moment to go get it. I returned back to her side and dripped some on the fingers of my left hand while I used my right hand to pull the stretchable Velcro straps and vibrator head off her clit momentarily so I could rub some more on it before adjusting everything back into place.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">The other vibrator I had planned on using is called a ‘Gigi’ made by a company called ‘Lelo’. It is a rechargeable vibrator that has 5 different types of settings from steady and continuous to pulsating speeds that range from slow to fast, or a rolling wave sensation. No matter which setting I choose, I can adjust the power from a faint tingle up to a strong vibration. It’s not near as effective as the Hitachi Wand, but it works well for g-spot stimulation when held by hand and moving it around with precision to work inside her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Everything was set…except that I wanted to gag her now. I got out my red bondage tape that comes on a large roll and wrapped that firmly around her mouth behind the back of her head about 7 times while holding her head up by a fistful of hair and telling her to keep it there while I wrapped it. It doesn’t have a sticky side like most tapes, but it wraps and secures whatever you want just the same. The end simply adheres to the tape by sticking to itself without the glue mess. Now she couldn’t protest or see what was happening. She was securely tied to the bed using her own limbs to keep her from moving. Her legs were kept back and spread open to each side of the bed; the vibrator was set and ready on the timer. I got out four small clothes pins and some special medical tape I use. I stretched her labia lips wide open and set 2 of them on each side to hold them out and then taped the pins to her inner thighs. Then I turned on the timer to start the clit vibrator.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I could hear her first reaction was moaning under the tape that sealed her mouth shut. I crawled up on top of the bed lying down beside her. With the warming gel, I spread some of that all over the first 4 inches of that ‘Gigi’ vibrator and set it to a lower level vibration on the slow pulse setting. The gel provides lubrication and mixes with her vaginal secretions and penetrates into the inner lining of the canal causing a warm tingly sensation. This enhances the feeling in the nerve endings without burning. I inserted it into her pussy and with its natural soft curve it was easy to get it exactly where I wanted to begin working on her g-spot. She was saturated and so hot for a climax. Once in a while, I pulled it out and rubbed it up and down the length of her labia watching her go insane.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">All I had to do at any time was just reach up with one hand and shut the switch off on the Hitachi vibrator that was strapped down on her clit. I could do whatever I wanted and was hands free except for holding the other vibrator and moving it around inside of her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I chose to let the timer determine her fate of torture on the clit while I focused my efforts on the g-spot manually. I could tell with the combination of moans through the bondage tape gag and her straining against the rope bonds with clenched fists that she was trembling and quivering with the assault on her mind and body. This was what I wanted to see her go through and everything had a purpose.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">It was all working out just right. When the timer shut off the clit vibrator, I pulled the ‘Gigi’ out of her pussy for a minute and just laid there watching her frustrated reaction to this until the timer came back on. It was so hot seeing her try to achieve a climax that was being prevented by the fate of such a simple timer that shut down power after 60 seconds. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">After a few minutes passed, I decided that I wanted to add a little more pain to distract her in case she was able to achieve a climax. I reached up to each nipple clamp and tightened them down a notch until I saw that she felt the change and then stopped right there. No need to make it hurt too much. Just a little bit at a time would have the desired effect. After another 5-10 minutes like this, I could always tighten them some more. I also had plenty of extra clothes pins that I had laid out beside her so I decided to start setting some of those set on sensitive areas of her body. I started out under her arms on the triceps area with two pinching her there. I put two on each side of her inner thighs. I could see her level of discomfort, but I assured her that this will produce chemical endorphins to be released into her system to take care of that.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Her trembling had increased significantly. She was experiencing a mix of pain and pleasure and it was taking effect on her mind and body. I rubbed her forehead and cheeks and told her to use her head to nod ‘No’ if it was too much for her. She didn’t move her head, so I took that as an A-OK for now. I explained to her that what she was starting to experience was the overwhelming effect of how pain mixed with pleasure can achieve an entirely different effect on the mind and body than if either one of them was done separately. I told her the reason this occurs is because both your mind and body are being confused with two distinctly different kinds of senses that are totally opposite from each other. It doesn’t know what to do and if the pain is too much, that will override any senses of pleasure you may be having. As your body becomes more adjusted to the pain with the release of chemical endorphins, it tends to subside a little bit unless something changes and a different pain starts. If you wait for it, you’ll begin to feel what I am talking about and then you’ll notice that your sensations of pleasure will start to feel better.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Her trembling began to subside a little bit after I explained what was happening. She was a little bit afraid of the pain levels at first, but she managed to learn how to wait it out just a little longer now that she understood it better. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">She was so desperate trying to cum with her moans and movements to get more satisfaction, but the two vibrators were relentlessly torturing her into oblivion. I decided to pull out the ‘Gigi’ vibrator and just let the clit vibrator do its own thing by itself for awhile. This freed me up completely and I just got off the bed. My cock was swollen rock hard inside my pants again as I watched her going through all this. I wanted to fuck her so bad; yet I wanted this night to be very special just for her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">It was about time to change things up on her because it had been nearly an hour since I first tied her down. It was time for her to have an orgasm after all this torture and I told her that. I said it would hurt a little bit when I removed all the clothes pins and nipple clamps. I could tell it did and I told her things will be better in a minute. I removed her blindfold and tape gag and had my reasons for wanting to do this. I was going to force her to have the most powerful orgasm she ever had in her young innocent sex life, and I wanted her to see everything as it was happening so she would vividly remember it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">The timer was still in the programmed mode so I switched it over to manual with continuous vibrations agitating her clit. She began to whimper and pant faster as I did this. I had her watch me pour some gel on my index and middle finger of my right hand and went up onto the bed to attack her pussy again. She lifted her head up and looked down at me doing this to her as she trembled and moaned while straining against her bonds.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I could tell she was nearing orgasm, so I pressed down on the vibrator head with the palm of my left hand and moved it around with more pressure on her clit. My other hand was vigorously stroking her g-spot faster and harder with more friction. I saw it coming as she arched her back up off the wedge and just cried out as her muscles tensed up first before she started shuttering into uncontrollable spasms; her eyes rolling backward; her mouth contorted; her screams of ecstasy that were quickly turning into heavy moans; exhaling all the air out of her lungs; taking in deep breaths between her clenched teeth; more screams again as she exhaled; her arms and legs pulling against those ropes and straps as she trembled violently. I knew she was experiencing multiple orgasmic waves – the kind that only comes when using the right combination of mind play mixed with pain and pleasure.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I reduced the speed and pressure on her g-spot to a very light massage with my fingers and turned off the vibrator because that hurts and can destroy the orgasm if rubbing or agitation is still being applied to it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I waited for her to experience more waves which came right away because she was so young and hot; full of insatiable desire to achieve multiple orgasms and now she knew what it felt like being man handled with experience. Her mind was someplace else and I didn’t want to interrupt her. As soon as she settled down, I let her rest a minute and then quickly untied her. She got off that wedge, stood up on the floor in front of me, and just smiled at me with tears rolling down her cheek as she looked into my eyes. She was exhausted and slowly reached out and gave me a big bear hug and held me there. She whispered softly in my ear and said, “Thank you”, holding me tight in her arms for another minute. She let me go smiling and went out to the bathroom so I shut down everything and came out to get us a beer and wait for her.</span></div>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08104596957225133813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378984397600175977.post-87122328210079916232011-02-07T13:07:00.001-08:002011-02-23T01:08:24.618-08:00Young Blonde - Part III<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">As I held Katelyn just inside the doorway of my bondage room with a hair hold and arm bar, I expected her to say either yes or no to me. Her moment of pause didn’t last very long, but I detected her quivering a little bit and felt something wasn’t quite right. Instead of saying something, I heard a snivel…so I released her from my hold and turned her around to face me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">She briefly looked at me before looking down toward the floor. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and her lips were quivering. She was shaking a little bit and there was something obviously wrong. Katelyn was a very beautiful woman and I began to wonder if she had told me the truth about experiencing any of this before with that other guy like she said. When I saw her condition like this, I knew it wasn’t right. Something was terribly wrong and I knew what needed to be done.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I very calmly petted her hair and wiping the tears from her cheeks. I assured her that I could tell something was wrong. I brought her gently into my arms and gave her a light hug as I held that position with her. My hands rested around the small of her back as I put my forehead into hers and said nothing for about ten seconds. I whispered softly into her ear. I said, “I understand – let’s take this easy. Just hold me for a moment and let me share this with you.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">She continued to quiver and cry with a few more snivels as I held her in my arms and wiped tears coming from her swollen eyes. This was the moment to captivate her trust in me and let her feel my compassion and respect for her. As I held her, I worked on reassuring her and whispered in her ear, “Shhhh….it’s alright. I am here for you. This isn’t the time. You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to. Let’s just stop here and go have a drink.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I led her out of my bondage room and then retrieved her shirt and handed it to her so she could put that back on. She was very quiet and wiped tears from her cheeks. I just kept reassuring her that everything would be fine and she followed me into the kitchen and sat down at the table. She looked down toward the floor and appeared to be ashamed of her tears as she wiped a few more from her cheek.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I asked her if she would like another beer and she said, “Yes, please.” That was it. She didn’t say anything else. I popped open a beer for each of us and sat down at the table next to her. I adjusted my chair so that I was positioned right in front of her. Very gently, I brought my hands to hers and held them softly without saying anything for a moment. I wanted to take this time again to experience this with her with respect and compassion. Sometimes it is best not to say anything and just have this kind of time together when someone is hurting and filled with emotions that cause them to cry. It isn’t the time to ask questions or say much. It is a time to just hold someone and share the moment. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">We were both quiet and didn’t say anything for awhile. I let go of one hand so I could reach her can of beer and give it her so she could take a few sips. She did and handed it right back to me. I set it back down on the table and held her hand again and she still looked down toward the floor and avoided eye contact.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">This is when I decided to say something that I thought would be easy on her. I spoke to her in a very slow soft voice and said, “Katelyn, I can see something is bothering you – and I am here for you.” I paused for a moment to let her absorb each sentence and said, “It is OK to have emotions and feelings and you don’t have to say anything. I just want you to understand something that is happening here. I think you are a wonderful person and I like you very much. Sharing this moment with you now is a very special time for both of us.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">As I softly ran my fingers through her hair, I suggested to her very calmly that this was a good time to relax for a few minutes and that she was free to say or do whatever she wanted. I told her I was going to put on some soft music to help set the mood and walked into the living room to get rid of the techno rhythm music that was playing. I changed the channel on the TV to a soft love song channel and then set the volume so it was perfect for background music. I came back to the table and sat down in front of her again so that I was on her level and not towering over her, but this time I gently pulled her forehead into mine as I ran my fingers through her hair. She was very submissive and followed my lead without the least bit of resistance. She leaned forward so that our foreheads were together and she wasn’t crying anymore. I could tell this was the time to say what I had on my mind and said, “I like everything about you tonight - and I thank you for letting me share this time with you. You are a wonderful and compassionate person and I want you to know that I am just like you…I have feelings and emotions too. No worries; no regrets; and no questions. Just being able to cherish this moment together with warmth and understanding is a gift that many don’t have. It’s a special time that doesn’t need explanation.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">She had a tiny smile as she looked at me again for the first time in several minutes. I smiled with her and we just looked into each other’s eyes for a moment as we held hands resting in our lap. I could feel something different between us as if we understood each other and what was happening. The silence combined with our eyes locked onto each other was magical. I felt a tingling sensation and chill go up my spine and out into both arms. Something was happening to me and I couldn’t hold back. My eyes began to swell with tears as I looked into her eyes. Her eyes began to swell up with tears at the same time. This moment we shared was something I had not experienced in a long time and I felt my heart opening up to hers. Her hands quivered a little as her tears rolled down her cheek like mine. I held her hands more firmly as we went through this without saying anything. It was so unique and neither of us wanted to ruin it by saying anything. Somehow we managed to understand how to grasp this and savor every second of it because it’s not something that just happens when two people first meet. It had to mean something else was going on…and I felt like we both understood that just by the way we were looking at each other and being silent.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">As she looked down toward the floor again, her tears were still rolling down her cheeks. My tears had started to dry up, but that didn’t make a difference. I was there for her and wasn’t going to change a thing. I let go of her hand again and handed the beer to her. She took a few sips and held onto it this time. That was another cue to me that the time had come to let go of her other hand and give her some space and time.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I got up and walked over to the fridge and got out some eggs. I turned on one of the stove top burners to medium and fetched a frying pan. She was watching me and we exchanged glances a few times. I scrambled up some eggs and added a little milk so they would stay moist. A little butter in the pan and soon the sizzling sound of breakfast was in the air. Ahh, wait – the toast….so I said, “Crap I forgot the toast”, as I quickly got out a couple slices and got them started in the toaster. She chuckled. The mood was changing and starting to lighten up…and nothing could have made it better than this. It was something magical that we had just experienced and it was followed by the smell of breakfast being cooked by a buffoon who forgot to put down the toast! So here we had all this emotion and cried together and now she was laughing at me. How wonderful – this just doesn’t happen like this. Who is she? How did we get so lucky to meet by chance like this – and why did it take the bigger part of my life to finally be together here on this night with all these things happening? The thoughts were racing through my mind, but it dawned on me…there doesn’t need to be an answer – just chill and do what feels right.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Eggs were done…toast popped up…got it buttered, oh – some salt and pepper, there – that’s it, and it looks good on the plates. I was just getting ready to take them over to the table when Katelyn stood up and walked over to me. She came up to my right side as I was still facing the stove, kissed me on the cheek and quietly said, “Thank you”, as she smiled at me and looked right into my eyes. She was so beautiful and it’s moments like these when my mind captures what I experience like a snapshot from a camera. They lock in my memory cells somewhere – but only when they have some special meaning attached to them like tonight and there were plenty of those snapshots already locked into place. I think this is how the feelings of love begin to develop with someone when there isn’t any confrontation. The warmth, tenderness and emotions that I experience have a tendency to be absorbed by sight, sound, smell and touch. It all has its way of getting inside my mind and heart and I am smart enough to tell the difference between what is real and what isn’t. This night was very real!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I handed her one of the plates and we both walked back over to the table and sat down. “Ooops, I forgot the forks”, I said. She chuckled again. They were in the drawer close by the table so I grabbed two and handed her both. I guess I was a little nervous trying to make things just right and she looked at both forks and chuckled again as she selected one. Duh – another goof up, why did I just do that? Here I was extending my arm out so she could select from two identical forks. I said, “Whatever…let’s eat.” We exchanged glances and smiles again and I sat down to eat with her. After her first bite she commented and said, “Wow, this is really good.” I just said, “Thanks…it hits the spot doesn’t it?” She said, “Oh yeah….awesome”, as she ate several more bites with an occasional smile.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">While we were eating my mind and heart were taking snapshots. It’s times like this that make a huge difference to me, especially on the first few dates. It was almost like I had some feelings that I hadn’t experienced since I was a teenager…similar to having a crush on a girl. It was intoxicating and addicting absorbing it all in, but something was beginning to tell me to take it easy. I kept telling myself ‘don’t let on that you have this feeling – play it cool’. There is a huge age difference between us and I am not young anymore. I lived my life for decades and I am sitting here with this young woman who has had a profound impact on me and I was beginning to come to my senses.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">She finished eating her breakfast about the same time I did and I offered to make us some coffee. She said that would be great, so I got up, collected the plates and forks and put them in the sink and started to make a fresh pot of Folgers Gourmet brand. As I was pouring the water into the coffee maker, she stood up and walked over to the sink and started doing dishes. I didn’t want to tell her no, because it was thoughtful of her to want to do this for me. It was her way of being nice to me and that’s just something I won’t spoil by saying no, I’ll do them later. There are times like these when I just let it go and say nothing. It was another moment to be thankful for on this night…not because she was doing the dishes for me…it was the thought that she had in consideration and kindness that I was thinking about. And after I finished pouring the water into the coffee maker, I walked up beside her and started drying them as she handed them to me. Here again, we didn’t say a word to each other. She knew why I was there and she accepted my kindness just like I had accepted hers. We simply exchanged glances and a smile and knew that this was yet another example of a cooperative moment between us.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">As she finished up with the dishes, she asked me to follow her into the living room by suggesting, “Let’s go sit down so we can talk.” I thought to myself, OK this is it – she wants to tell me something and it must be important. I wonder what she is going to say to me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">We went into the living room and sat down in the recliners. The background music was still playing softly and the lamp on the stand between us was dimmed to a romantic setting. She began to open up to me and in a shy tone and said, “I have never felt like this before. Something happened tonight that was different than anything else I have ever experienced. All these things were going through my mind and I was completely overwhelmed with everything you did to me. I mean, the part where you gave me the option to take off my shirt, then you touched me, spanked me, and then you aggressively took me back there.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I thought for a moment that this was the part that may have caused her to quiver and cry but she continued saying, “…and it felt exactly like I had imagined it might be by being completely overpowered by a man I just met who had just enough aggression to make me feel helpless and a little afraid of what you might do to me. That’s why I started to cry. Nobody has ever done anything like that to me before…and then you recognized that I was crying…and I felt your tenderness as you wiped my tears. You didn’t ask me what was wrong – you just understood. It was so different. None of the guys I’ve been with have ever been able to do all the things you did.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I listened very carefully to everything she was saying. I watched her body language as she was sitting in the recliner comfortably with her head turned toward me as she spoke slowly and softly in a nice tone. She wasn’t overbearing and I didn’t feel any bad vibes coming from her at all. It was just her being polite and wanting to share something with me that was on her mind. I could tell she wanted me to know why she cried, but it was more than that. She was trying to portray how each thing I did with her was different in nice way, not a bad way, so I just listened.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">She said, “I feel very comfortable with you and yet I am still afraid of what might happen.” This was another opportunity for me to discuss something very important so I jumped in and said, “If it’s alright with you to talk about this – let me explain a few things and maybe you will feel better about it. You remember when I showed you everything and then we came out of the room to the table? I did that because it gave you the opportunity to feel easier being out of that room as if there was no pressure on you. It gave you and me a chance to talk about what you just experienced in there and allowed you some time to try those things on yourself. You experienced a different level of pain when you did it to yourself because you were in control. You had indicated that it wasn’t as bad as you thought it was when I was doing it – but that’s just a natural feeling when you’re not in control like that. The point is, you were learning about the different effects this can have on you with someone you can trust. I think the actual moment of realization must have hit you when I spanked your ass and then put you into that hair hold and arm bar by overpowering you.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">“Yes, it did…and the fear of it all got to me”, she said. This is when I asked her, “If I had been more gentle with you and said please, thank you, or called you sweetheart or something like that, would that have matched any fantasy you ever had and would it have ruined the experience?” She thought about that for a moment and said, “You know…I think you’re right. My fantasies of being controlled by a strong man have always been there, but when it really happened tonight – it was like I felt I was in real trouble, but I don’t think it would have been the same if you had been more gentle or said please or anything like that.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I just smiled at her and nodded yes that I understood. It was her first time and she was very perceptive and intelligent. I told her that. This was a good learning experience for her and it was up to her to decide if she wanted to continue with this tonight or wait until another night. I wasn’t in any hurry to get my rocks off; I was more concerned about doing what was right for her. This is the side of me that always ends up coming out – wanting to give rather than receive.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Now I knew exactly what happened and why she was filled with emotions and feelings. I didn’t have to say it, but I knew it was there. Here I am a total stranger who is much older than she is and yet I managed to do things to her that had a huge impact on her. She was probably comparing me, this older experienced guy, to one of her past boyfriends who she was in love with, and in my mind I can see how that would be difficult for her. And so I said, “What happened tonight comes with years of experience. It’s just not something you can expect to happen with someone who is younger. I am sure that you’ve been in love before and yet things didn’t turn out the way you wanted them. That’s just life growing up. What this is tonight is something different. You met an older guy who was a little mysterious, experienced, and strong and knew what he was doing. I had all the equipment here and you were overwhelmed with anticipation and wanted to experience it, yet you had some natural hesitation about what might happen in there and you may also have some confused feelings about me….let me elaborate a little bit...”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">She sat there looking at me and remained silent as I began to explain something else that I believed was important for her to understand. I explained to her that, “What you may have felt as I took you into my arms and gently wiped your tears away was a natural reaction to anyone who would do that. The mixed feelings and emotions are sometimes very difficult to sort through, especially when you see the guy standing in front of you is much older than you are. It probably would feel much different if it were your boyfriend that you were in love with. Part of those feelings comes naturally from one part of your mind that is used to feeling that kind of love from someone you know who didn’t do it quite right, while the other part of your mind could be questioning why you would want to feel this way with a guy that you just met, is much older, and you may not or should not fall in love with him. I think it is normal to feel those two things at the same time, but it can be a little confusing to some people.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">What I was getting into was the psychological effect that the age difference can play on someone’s mind. For some, they might look at it like I was old enough to be their dad and they can’t seem to get that out of their head, which can be a complete turn off for most people. I am not her dad. I am another man that she just met and there must have been something about me that she was attracted to other than my physical appearance. Many women have told me that I am handsome and in good shape and Katelyn must have been initially attracted to me up front because of it, otherwise she would not have agreed to come over to my table at the lounge. The way I was able to talk to her and made her feel comfortable with me was another thing that probably crossed her mind. She really didn’t know me, yet she was going to go with me to my place right after we met. I am sure she had some confusing thoughts of hesitation and fear combined with anticipation and curiosity and it was all probably set in her mind by the time we ended up at my place.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Because of my career background, (which remains confidential) I have been trained to notice things that most people don’t see. It comes natural to me after being in that career for several decades. Sometimes I still catch myself using those skills and it is sometimes very difficult for anyone to try and con me. I sense the problem way before most others do and that’s how I learned to survive and instantly react. It is this instant reaction that worries me, because if I detect aggression toward me either physically or verbally, I immediately go into another mode altogether and at any time I can respond to the same level or bump it up a notch. What this means is that anyone who physically attacks me will be dealt with swiftly and it will be quick. I’ve done it several times and size doesn’t matter.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">One of the things I learned to do in my career was use good communication skills. I am not always good with them especially when it is with someone I care about like another woman in a relationship. Sometimes I mess up because one part of my brain is trying to use my learned skills, while the other part has mixed emotions and feelings. The latter piece never entered into the picture during my career because I wasn’t dealing with anyone who I cared for in a relationship. I cared for them as a professional, not as a lover, friend or family member. There’s a big difference and I am still trying to deal with that by not having to use the skills in the wrong way. It’s hard sometimes, but I do try.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Katelyn is a very special woman and she is very mature for her age. I am senior to her, and it is sometimes difficult to try and sort out all of these emotions and feelings when my common sense tells me that it likely won’t turn out the way it does when two people are much closer in age. This is one of the reasons that I am selective about who I spend time with. She was different and I felt right about it with her. It wasn’t about love or anything like that….it was about the mutual chemistry that we had with each other.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">In this lifestyle – two people can have any type of consensual relationship without having to be in love. All they need is trust and respect for each other, but it has to have chemistry. If any of those three elements are lacking, it just doesn’t work out. Those same elements apply to any relationship, and the feeling of being in love is the common denominator for most of them.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I suggested to Katelyn that she should think about this for awhile and if she still wanted to experience the feelings and emotions with me, she might want to try and separate them out differently before we start. I said, “If you can do that, I think it will be easier on you. You need to be looking at me like I am your mentor who is willing to engage in a very special relationship with you. Try not to look at me like I am your boyfriend or lover. What I am is someone you can trust and I will take you to places you have never been to inside your mind by using your body to accomplish that. If you feel like you are in love with me, it’s probably because of how well I treat you, take care of you, protect you, and understand you. The reality of it is that I am here for you to teach you about all of this and to share that special bond between us whenever we are together.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Katelyn seemed to understand everything I was saying and I detected that she was still willing to go through with it and cross the line. I knew that if she ever did, she would never return to being vanilla again. I asked her if she still felt comfortable with me and she said yes. “Would you like to spend the night here with me”, I asked? She said, “Sure. I would really like to do that.” I had to ask the next question just to see what she was thinking and said, “How about this idea. Let’s rewind the tape – you take a restroom break – and you know what to do when you come back out. It’s your decision, but this time – if you come back out without your shirt on, be absolutely sure that you can separate out all of your emotions and feelings and just let yourself go. Don’t let yourself feel ashamed or confused. I may do something different next time, but I am not going to ruin anything by telling you about it now. Nothing has changed. You should know me well enough now that I am capable of making you do what I want you to do, and there should be some element of fear there. You should be afraid otherwise it won’t be real to you.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">She got up to go to the restroom but she didn’t smile or say anything. She was deep in thought, I knew that much. It was 12:30 in the morning, and she didn’t have to get up early or go to work…so there was plenty of time for me to teach her a few things. All I was waiting for was to see if she was going to be wearing that shirt when she came back out. If she had it on, I already decided in my mind that I would make the rest of the night fun and interesting without having to do anything related to what we’ve been talking about. On the other hand, the things that were going through my mind if she stepped out of that restroom without a shirt on were getting very dark, and in anticipation of her doing that…I retrieved a set of stainless steel handcuffs from my room and hid them behind me as I sat back down in the recliner waiting for her. </span></div>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08104596957225133813noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378984397600175977.post-19206157053960744582011-02-06T22:22:00.000-08:002011-02-23T01:07:33.096-08:00Young Blonde - Part II<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Katelyn still hadn’t said a word when we walked into the kitchen area. I asked her if she would like a beer, and she said, “Yeah, that sounds good”, as she smiled at me. Here again I thought to myself this was going too easy – her being so young and beautiful, eager to do whatever, and agreeing to the first suggestion that came out of my mouth about a drink.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I got us both a beer and popped open a can for her and set it down on the table. I suggested that she take off her coat and relax and that I’ll put on some music. Knowing that she was young enough to probably enjoy the current Hip Hop genre, I tuned into that station on my big stereo system in the living room. When I turned around to see what kind of reaction that would bring, she was sitting at the table and rocking her head back and forth to the music.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I sat down at the table with her and thanked her for coming out to my house. Back at the bar, I had told her all about the various pieces of equipment I had in my bondage room, so when I asked her if she would like to see the room, she eagerly agreed and said, “Sure.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">The room is located down the hallway and has a lock on the door. She followed me with her beer in hand and before I unlocked and opened the door, I told her to close her eyes. I turned on the light, guided her into the room, and then told her to open them. She looked all around the room and looked right at the bed. It has an attractive iron wrought headboard and footboard that is secured to the frame with bolts and is strong enough to hold someone when they are tied down. I’ve installed some additional ‘O-rings’, 2 on each side of the bed frame about equal distances from both ends of the frame. I use these for additional tie down options such as the knees or thighs.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">As she came into the room, I opened up a drawer where I keep my black leather restraints and got those out first. As I showed them to her, I explained how they worked and why they are used to prevent ligature marks, rope burns or circulation problems. I told her that it was OK anytime she felt like not seeing anything else because I wanted to reinforce to her that she always had options and I wanted her to remain comfortable about everything. She didn’t seem to be uneasy with examining the restraints and seeing how they worked, so I asked her if she would like to try one on, and she said, “I guess so.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">When she said that, I thought maybe there was some second thoughts she was having about all this, so I said, “Let me do this…I want you to try just one of these on to see how it feels and then we’ll put that up and go onto some of the other things I have. She said, “OK, I’d like to see what else you have.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">She was wearing a long sleeve blouse, so I slid it up her wrist a little as I wrapped one of the black leather restraints around her wrist and secured it with the buckle. I showed her how the buckle has a tiny hole in it that is designed for smaller padlocks and prevents it from being opened and taking off the strap. Then I showed her the two metal rings that were securely fastened and riveted into the straps. I told her how these are designed for the ‘quick release snap hardware’, and I demonstrated how those worked as well.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Once I had that strap secured snug and buckled around her wrist, I held one end of the quick release snap and told her to see if she could use her thumb or fingers to try and slide the button up to open the snap. She tried several times, but failed. I pointed out how she could barely reach the button, but because of the angle, there was no way to maneuver the ring out of the snap without another hand. She just smiled and didn’t say anything.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I removed the strap from Katelyn’s wrist and put it back in the drawer. Then I opened up another drawer to show her all the dildos and vibrating toys I had. She seemed really interested in how these worked, so I carefully explained what each one is designed to do and told her to ask questions any time. She just continued to let me demonstrate how each one worked and didn’t ask any questions. It was almost as if she already knew about these items and it was very easy talking to her and making sure she understood.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Then I showed her the various ropes, straps and other bondage equipment I had and asked her if she was ready to see some of the other stuff we had talked about in the lounge that is used to inflict pain. Once again, she said, “Sure.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I opened another drawer where I kept these items and pulled out one at a time so I could explain what each was, how it is used, and why. The first item I showed her was the Whartenberg wheel, which is a tiny spiked stainless steel medical instrument commonly used by a neurologist or doctor to test for nerve sensitivity and response. The wheel has sharp needle spokes that are spaced evenly apart all around it and when rolled across any part of the body, it produces a prickling sensation just like a needle does, but it depends on where it is rolled and how much pressure is used. I had her hold out her arm and demonstrated it twice on her. I said I would roll it from her wrist up her forearm the first time. She felt that but said it didn’t hurt. I knew that because I hadn’t put any pressure on it, so I told her, “I know it didn’t hurt. I didn’t put any pressure on it and I was watching you very carefully. When I do things like this, I promise to be very careful.” I rolled it back up her arm, only this time I put more pressure on it and she immediately pulled back saying, “Ouch, that hurt.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">This is when I decided to stop for awhile and take a break with her. I asked her to come back out with me to the kitchen and brought the wheel with me. We sat down at the table and I asked her if she was alright. She said, “Yeah, I’m fine. That kind of hurt a little bit.” I assured her that I understood that and asked her if we could talk about that experience as I handed her the wheel. She agreed and took the wheel in one hand while she rolled it on the palm of her other hand. It didn’t seem to bother her and I explained why. “It’s a little different when you’re doing it to yourself. When someone else is doing it, there is a different effect on your mind, partly because you’re not sure if the other person is smart enough to sense your pain and partly because you know you’re not in control of the instrument. The other thing about this is that it won’t be as sensitive on the palm of your hand like that. Try putting it on your arm like I did and use different pressures.” She did, and after a few tries, she realized it wasn’t as bad as she first thought.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">This was another opportunity for me to talk to her about trust and respect. I explained how each was very important, especially in any scenario that includes bondage and pain. There is a big difference when someone doesn’t know what they are doing with this stuff. And after we talked a little about what she had just experienced, I suggested we have another beer and she agreed to that right away. I popped open another one for her and asked her if she was ready to see some more things used for pain. She said yes, so we went back into the bondage room.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I showed her the different nipple clamps, whips, paddles, clothes pins, and saved two items for last. When I opened that drawer, I pulled out the vacuum cylinders that had a quick release valve on them and asked her to hold out her arm. I placed one of the smaller cylinders on the inside of her forearm and asked her to hold it there while I used the hand held pump to start the vacuum suction. I showed her the gauge and asked her when it started to hurt a little. It took a few pumps, but she said, “That’s it, right about there.” She didn’t try to pull her arm away this time and that indicated that she was willing to trust me a little bit more as I worked with her demonstrating everything. I told her there would be mark on that spot for a day or two. The more I showed her, the more she seemed to trust me and was cooperative with everything. Eager to learn and experience everything, I saved the best for last.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">When I pulled out my little gray box with buttons and a small digital display screen on it, I told her that it was designed to produce electrical current through the wires into the pads or clamps that I showed her. As I showed it to her I said, “It depends where I place these on you, what settings I choose to apply, and how much power I put into it using these controls.” It is a Zeus unit and has many options to choose from including the length of time it remains on up to a maximum of 15 minutes. The timer can be re-set back to 15 minutes as many times as needed and it won’t interrupt the device from functioning. She seemed intent to learn about this but was somewhat hesitant to touch it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I explained to her that the best way to experience this device is by starting on your fingers. I told her to hold out her hand and trust me, which she did. I attached one clamp to her little finger, and the other one to the index finger on the same hand. Before I turned it on, I told her she would eventually feel a tingling sensation when I turned up the power and I told her to tell me when she first started to feel it. I had her get used to that level a moment, and then told her I would bump it up one notch at a time so that it wouldn’t be too harsh or too fast. She allowed me to do that until it got to the point where it was a little uncomfortable for her. So here is where I explained to her to try and ignore it a little bit…because your mind will adjust. She tried that and said, “I am getting used to it a little bit now.” I said, “OK, let’s go up one more notch then and you tell me if you can handle that one.” I bumped it up one more notch and she started to display an expression on her face that it hurt and I could tell she didn’t like that one, so I backed it off and shut it down. That’s when I told her that there were still several more levels that were higher than that one and that’s when her eyes opened wider as if she had some level of fear. I told her to take a deep breath and follow me back out to the kitchen and I took the device with me.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">By leaving the bondage room and taking another break, it gave Katelyn an opportunity to dust herself off and talk about what she had just experienced in there. I told her it was shut off and handed it to her and showed her all of the controls and what each one did. I said, “This is the one that I pushed once each time when I wanted to apply more current to your fingers.” When I told her it was OK if she wanted to try it on herself, she was a little reluctant to do it because she was still afraid of it. I explained that this was a perfectly normal reaction at first…and until you’ve learned how to operate it and test it on yourself, you’ll probably feel just like you do now having some hesitation and fear about it. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Once again, I showed her how to control everything and so she tried it by placing the clamps on her fingers again. She realized that once she turned it on, she didn’t feel anything at the first level at all. I said, “There are two reasons for that. One is because we didn’t use any conductive gel to apply on the skin, and secondly, there isn’t as much fluid inside your finger near the knuckles. If you change the location to a spot where there is more blood and fluid, it will conduct the current through your hand much more efficiently.” I avoided using the term, “more pain” on purpose, because I wanted her to feel more comfortable with it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">She appeared to be a little more comfortable with it after she had an opportunity to try different settings. And when she got to the higher settings where I had them set at earlier, I told her that was the same level where I had it on her. She said, “Really? It doesn’t seem like it hurts as much as it did the first time you did it.” Again, I explained to her why that was happening because she is in control.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">When she shut it off, I asked if her if she wanted to talk about this so I could explain a little more. She agreed to do that, but needed to take a restroom break. I thought it would be better if we discussed things over a few snacks, so I got out some cheese and crackers. When she came back out, she seemed relaxed and asked me about that device saying, “I was wondering…where else can that thing be placed?” She was curious about how it might feel in other areas and that it might hurt a lot worse. I reassured her that she would never experience anything that she didn’t want to try and that certain places on the body are more sensitive than others. This is something that is learned by trying different things over a period of time, not in one night, and the last thing I wanted to do was scare her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">We enjoyed the snacks and I suggested that we just kick back and get to know each other on this first night because there were some things she just experienced that she has never done before. I thought it would be a good idea to just listen to some music, have another drink, and get some laughs going. That was the ticket. She felt more comfortable once we got away from the equipment.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I commented how well she did for her first time out with some of these things, and this gave her an opportunity to open up a little bit more and talk about what she liked or disliked the most. I encouraged her to communicate like that because it was important to her and I was listening very carefully to everything she said. She had told me earlier that night at the lounge that she was very interested in the whole scene, but hadn’t experienced it to the extent I was talking about. She didn’t come out and say it, so I had to get into the purposes and effects of how things are supposed to occur.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I talked about the terms ‘Tie and Tease’ and ‘Tease and Denial’ by explaining what each one was. She said that she kind of experienced the first one with this guy, but he ended up having an orgasm and the whole thing ended too quickly for him. That’s when I said, “I understand. He tied you up to the bed, teased you for a little while, then couldn’t stand it any longer and got himself off, right?” She laughed and said, “Exactly. I was just getting into it when he stopped.” I knew where this was going and I wanted to make sure of a few other things so I said, “Well, there are two spots that need to be stimulated on a woman in order to achieve an orgasm. One is on the clit and the other is on the g-spot.” She acknowledged me by smiling and nodding her head yes, but kept listening to what I had to say. “If the angle isn’t just right, the guy isn’t going to hit the g-spot and will seldom even hit the clit and it’s very frustrating for any woman to experience this. He has to know how to tease you and he has to know how and when to control your orgasms. That’s what “Tie and Tease’ is all about and it comes with experience.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">She seemed interested in talking with me about all this so we kept the conversation to specific techniques and angles. We talked about how the restraints and bondage all came into play with this, particularly the effect it has on one’s mind by making them feel totally helpless and not being able to stop anything or control the speed, friction, technique or pressure to get off when they want. It is a mind game and it has an overwhelming effect that helps to enhance the experience and achieve much more powerful orgasms, especially after a lengthy tease session that is called ‘Edging’. This is where the submissive partner is brought up many times right to the brink of almost achieving an orgasm, but the action is quickly slowed down or stopped to prevent that from happening. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I explained to her how the instruments of pain can be used in these scenarios and why they are used. One purpose is to mix some pain with pleasure to enhance the effects on the mind and body. Some types of pain and the amount inflicted are used to cause a distraction that prevents the submissive from achieving the level of pleasure desired to reach an orgasm. It can be used to deny or ruin an orgasm just as it nears. Another effect pain has on the submissive is experiencing what it is like to be put through some type of controlled pain and force by the person in control. The fantasies in each submissive person can vary, but it’s all just a fantasy. The secret is to make it seem as real as possible and that sometimes means having the sensation of fear and not knowing what the person is going to do next if sensory deprivation is being used such as a blindfold.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I explained all this to her as she listened carefully to everything I was telling her in detail. She never interrupted me or asked any questions. She seemed very eager to learn from me and I took this opportunity to propose an idea to her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I said, “Up until now, you’ve had some fantasies that were apparently not fulfilled. We’ve talked about a lot of this tonight…and before you say anything…let me propose an idea I have to you. How about we relax for awhile, have another drink, and then here is what you do without saying anything. You go take a restroom break and when you come out without your shirt on, don’t say a word, just follow my lead and do as I ask and trust me. This will tell me you want to experience a controlled session for the first time in your life with me. If you come out with your shirt on, that only means that for the rest of tonight, we will just chill and get to know each other. Either way, you are welcome to spend the night here with me and you can text your friend to let her know everything is OK.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I told her to go take her restroom break whenever she was ready. I wondered if she was going to come out of the bathroom without a shirt on, so before she took that break, we listened to some more music that I put on from one of the satellite channels. The genre is mostly instrumental, techno type music that has a steady rhythm that could easily be used during a bondage session to enhance the senses with an evil undertone while being held in captivity.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">After about 5 minutes, she got up and went to the bathroom. When she came out, she was not wearing her shirt! Here stood this beautiful young blonde in front of me. Her breasts were shaped perfectly and the nipples were proportionate to the average size areolas. She was very petite and slender and her ass and legs were molded into those designer blue jeans! She stood there with a smile on her face as she looked at me directly in the eyes to see what my reaction was going to be. I said, “From now on, I want you to experience this the way it was meant to be experienced. You cannot say a word unless I tell you to speak. I am not going to ruin this by telling you everything, but you are going to experience what we’ve talked about tonight. I will be holding your arms and hair, and I may slap you. Just know that you must experience this correctly. I will not hurt you.” </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">Katelyn’s smile went away when I said this, but she didn’t say a word. She was waiting for me to tell her what I wanted her to do. I got up out of the recliner and walked around her slowly. I touched her breasts and pinched her nipples lightly and she didn’t flinch. I went around behind her and felt her all around her ass, squeezing her cheeks and then I told her to bend over. She complied right away and I told her to hold onto her ankles. I swatted her on the ass five times on each cheek with the palm of my hand, but I am sure it still hurt her through those jeans because she winced in pain and moaned after each smack. I insisted that she hold still and not make a sound and then gave her five more on each cheek. I could tell it was difficult for her, but she managed not to make a sound.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">I directed her to stand up and while I stood behind her, I grabbed her by the hair with one fist and used my other hand to put her into a special hold by wrapping it around her left arm and reaching up to hold her hair with that hand. Then I pulled her head back to the right side using my other hand. I told her not to speak and then I walked her down to the bondage room in that hold of captivity.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">When we stepped inside the room, I told her that she could say one word by answering either yes or no to my next question which was, “Do you want to experience this right now, this is the last time I will ask you because if you say yes, I will tell you what to do and I will use reasonable force to make you comply with whatever I say.” There was only a brief pause before she replied.<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: green;"><br clear="all" style="mso-special-character: line-break; page-break-before: always;" /></span></b></span>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08104596957225133813noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378984397600175977.post-87683826116156237542011-02-06T11:28:00.000-08:002011-02-23T01:12:35.839-08:00Young Blonde - Part I (A true story)<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">I went to a few bars and lounges last night to see what was out there. I got out of my rig and started walking from the parking lot to the door and out of the corner of my eye I could see a young blonde walking toward me just off to my left, headed inside. I exchanged glances with her and she smiled.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">I lost track of her because I went straight to the lounge and she didn't go that way. After about 5 minutes, I managed to work my way over to the bar counter because it was busy and the waitress never came to the small table I was sitting at. There were a lot of people there dancing and the music was loud.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">When I got to the bar all the seats at the counter were empty, except for one. There she was! I was standing right next to her - and an opportunity came to my mind! She exchanged glances with me again and smiled, so I smiled back, ordered my drink and introduced myself and chatted with her while the bartender was busy getting my usual - diet coke.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">This very attractive young lady had long blonde hair down to the middle of her back. Blue eyes, very slender, tight designer blue jeans, and I would have to say she was a 32-C. She was about 2 inches taller than me. I didn't ask how old she was because it didn't matter...she had to be 21 to get into the bar right?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">No ring on her finger, so I asked her if she was meeting anyone here, and she said, "No, I just stopped in to say hi to one of the girls working - I used to work here." I knew she hadn't been inside the lounge very long, so I invited her to join me at my table back in the corner when she was done and I would buy her drink. No harm, no foul....but I am much older and some women don't appreciate a guy hitting on them, especially if the difference in age is too much. Surprisingly, she smiled and agreed right away and said, "Alright - I’ll be over."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">So as I walked over to my table alone, I started to wonder why she agreed to sit with me, an older guy. There were plenty of younger guys in there...but then I noticed what I usually see when I dress up like I do and go out to these places. For some reason, the women are looking at me! This keeps happening all the time. Even some of the guys are looking at me! Maybe I look like a celebrity or something, I don't know, but I do get a lot of glances, and some of the women make a point to look at me several times. I'm getting used to it, but I really didn't expect this young blonde to say yes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">About 10 minutes later, she walked over and sat down beside me. She introduced herself and said her name (alias) was Katelyn. She was very polite, shook hands with me very softly and her friend who was one of the waitresses came over about that same time. She looked at me too....so now I figured this young blonde must have told her about me...and now here they both were! The waitress was a brunette and was also very attractive. So I am thinking...what is this...am I piece of meat or what?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">Anyway, I was polite and said hi to her friend and asked her to bring Katelyn whatever she liked, and that I would take a refill on my "diet coke" which was in a small whiskey glass with ice and no straw. They both laughed and couldn't believe it. It turned out to be a great ice breaker to start some conversation. The waitress was joking with me and so was this blonde....so I played that up a bit and let them have their way with me, which made it even more fun. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">I'm usually very quick with come backs and enjoy being a comic once in a while. So I used this to explain how the diet coke has this effect on me sometimes that gives me an intense sensation in my pants that can be very embarrassing. I had them laughing again, and then I told them, “And so…if I don’t do something about it before it’s too late, I have to take my jacket off and cover myself up.” More laughs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">The ice was broken now…and I could tell this young lady was enjoying herself. We had a few laughs and got to know one another. It was a nice chat – and I enjoyed being with her. She had a great personality and was very mature for her age.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">To my surprise, she told me she was not in a relationship. When she said that, it was like laying out the red carpet for me. That’s just something a woman doesn’t volunteer up front like that unless she intentionally wanted me to know. That was my cue.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">She said she lived here in town and told me she was going to the college and what she was taking. I have learned over the years that the best way to communicate with someone is to focus more on what they are saying and stay with that long enough so they know you understand them. I could tell she really liked that. Then she commented how some of the younger guys she has been out with wouldn’t do that…they were always trying to show off. She was essentially telling me, without actually saying it, that the way I was listening to her and talking with her while also having a few laughs was working. Again, more clues that I absorbed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">I waited for her to ask about me…and I was very honest with her. The whole story, A-Z, nothing to hide. My life in a nutshell and yes, it included my kinky side of being dominant. She immediately focused in on that subject and was eager to hear more…so I talked to her about that, but before I did, I asked her if we could move to a different table where it wasn’t so loud and suggested we get another drink….and I said, “This time, I better get one with some alcohol in it”, and she laughed again as we got up to walk to the bar counter, get our drinks, and then go sit down at another table.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">The first thing I asked her to tell me was if she felt comfortable talking about this subject matter, and she was very eager to hear more about it. So, I started out with the role of me being dominant and that I was interested in finding a submissive partner who was not too heavy into the scene and may have only tried experiencing it with some light bondage and sex. I told her it should be someone who was interested to learn more about it and maybe wanted to try it. She explained what she had experienced before, and I was able to solicit enough detail to determine that the guy she was with didn’t know what he was doing at all. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">I could see this was an opportunity for me to discuss this with her because she stayed with this subject as if it was the only thing she wanted to talk about anymore. I sensed that she was not only interested in the subject…she felt comfortable talking with me about it and probably had some fantasies going on in her head. Once I got into the area of more detail about the lifestyle between a dominant male and a submissive female, she seemed to be more soft spoken and quiet, probably because I was discussing that part of it and how it was a big turn on for me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">We must have talked for over an hour about this and much of what we discussed was detail about the lifestyle in public and what goes on in private. There are so many variances that two consensual adults can come up with and I explained how vastly different they can be. She still seemed interested in the whole thing, so I had to say it, “So, after everything we have discussed here tonight, I want you to think about this while I take a short break….and when I come back…you can tell me if you’re interested in this enough to want to experience it with me.” She just smiled at me as I got up to go to the restroom.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">When I came back, she wasn’t there! What? I wondered where she had gone and looked around and didn’t see her. OK, so I thought maybe she had gone to the restroom, so I went up to the bar and got us both another drink and then returned to our table. About 2 minutes after that, she returned, and sure enough…that’s where she had been and she actually apologized to me saying, “I’m sorry but I had to go and couldn’t wait. Thank you for getting me another drink.” Right then I told her how perfect that was and explained to her what she did was exactly the right thing to do. I explained how she was the type of personality that was non-confrontational…caring….and apologized when she sensed she may have caused me to wonder if she left or just took a quick break. Then I told her how that trait in her personality demonstrated that she picked the right career to go into at the college in the medical field.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">She understood where I was coming from and she agreed with me that her personality was thoughtful, caring, understanding and submissive to a man who knew how to take charge. She said her previous relationships with men were usually disappointing, especially in the bedroom. Music to my ears….I was waiting to see if she had more to say…and she did. She said, “I thought about it and I am interested.” That was my cue again, so I politely said, “How about this…you give me your phone number and I will give you one more day to think about this…because once you experience it…you’ll probably never go back to a vanilla relationship again.” She got out a piece of paper and wrote down her number and as she passed it to me, she said, “I am interested, but we don’t need to wait until tomorrow.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">I just paused for a moment in total disbelief as I smiled at her. She smiled back, but she looked down toward the table – OMG…is this really happening to me? She is submissive! And she is so young, beautiful, hot and sexy! I reached across the table to cover my hand over hers and hold it firmly. She looked back up at me and I brought my finger up to my lips in a gesture for her to keep quiet. Our eyes were locked into a seductive stare; each of us with a tiny smile. We both knew what had just occurred over the past hour was very rare. Our minds were on the same wavelength and the chemistry between us was there. That’s exactly what I told her and she didn’t say a word. I told her to relax about this now…and not worry. I asked her to follow me up to the bar counter so we could find her waitress friend. I whispered in her ear, “I have an idea that will make you feel more comfortable about this…so just go along.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">When her friend came over, I asked her if she had a pen and piece of paper. She whipped it right out and then I retrieved my driver’s license with picture ID and gave it to her. She asked, “What’s this for?” I said, “Katelyn and I are leaving together to go to my place. I want you to write down my name, DOB, and address….and here is my cell phone number…and you keep it with you. I think she’ll feel more comfortable with you knowing she is with me.” Katelyn told her everything would be fine. She said, “We’re just going over to hang out and watch a movie.” Her friend smiled and said, “Well that’s cool, I hope you guys have a good time.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">I took her by the hand and we walked out together to the parking lot. I walked her to her car and asked her to follow me. She said OK. As I walked toward my rig, I had all these thoughts going on in my head about what just happened. I started to think about how I was going to introduce her to this experience and somehow I knew it was going to be easy to do with her. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">She followed me close behind and I never lost sight of her car. She managed to stay close enough in case the lights turned red. It only takes about 20 minutes to get to my house from the lounge, but it seemed like it was much longer than normal, probably because I was thinking about it too much while listening to my favorite band, Nickelback. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">When we pulled up at my place, I parked my rig and walked over to her car and opened the door for her as I again gestured with my finger to my lips for her to remain silent. I took her by one hand and we walked up to the porch. I stopped for a moment and used both hands to hold onto her head so she would look straight at me. I said, “Everything will be alright”, as I brought my lips to her left ear and breathed into it as I licked the lobe and then went down her neck kissing her there very softly and seductively. She voluntarily tilted her head and neck to provide access to me, and again, I thought to myself what a rare find I have here. How sexy and submissive she was to me!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt;">I got my keys out and opened the front door. We walked in and I secured the dead bolt lock. </span>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08104596957225133813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378984397600175977.post-87715050039758974372011-01-28T13:11:00.000-08:002011-01-30T17:09:00.491-08:00To Cheri**REVISED AGAIN ON SUNDAY, JAN. 30, 2011**<br />
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By now, I am sure you have thought about everything, and that you've read all of the latest blogs I wrote. You removed my site link from your page...apparently because you are not willing to follow my blogs anymore, or...you don't want others to see what I write. Whatever. (My mistake Cheri, I went back to look again and it was there...I am sorry I missed it.)<br />
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By the way, thanks for dropping off my blue shirt. You were thoughtful in not only returning it, you actually folded it neatly and put it on the chair outside my front door. It wasn't thrown on the ground. Not that I expected that or anything, it was just you being considerate. I was in the shower and couldn't get to the door in time. I have a blue colored hoody sweat in the back of my rig, but I am not sure if it's yours, so please let me know.<br />
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There are some other things I want you to know....you are truly someone that I was beginning to like a whole lot, and I've told you that. That one Sunday in the mountains that we enjoyed together was one of our best times and I think the wine tasting night after a great steak dinner at the restaurant was another one.<br />
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I just wanted you to know what I was trying to portray to you in my last blog, "How Things Turn To Crap...." The biggest piece in that blog that I tried to convey was how hard it was for me understanding where you were coming from....meaning....I was not exactly sure if you were saying things on purpose just to try and push my buttons into disciplining you, or if you were for real and wanted to express your thoughts and opinions by saying things to me the way you did. I have always allowed you to express yourself, but I can't tolerate some things that you say to me, some of the reasoning or B.S. that you try to use to make it sound more convincing, and especially how you go about it with such a snotty tone.<br />
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It is difficult for me to interpret the differences of your possible intent to cause me to discipline you, or just you expressing yourself, especially when you've said things like, "You're going to let me get away with talking to you like that?" Ever since you said that to me and explained to me how you are used to not getting away with things....I've been in this mode of analyzing everything you say or do while trying to interpret whether or not you're doing it on purpose or you're just being you and think you can have the best of both worlds; meaning having your full independence and say whatever you want to me with a snotty tone, while at any time, you also may be having a personal craving in there somewhere to say something on purpose just to provoke me into spanking you. That's not fair to pull the "mix and match" cards out like that. I don't understand why you haven't realized that problem. We talked about it. It has to be the quickest way to kill a relationship, because each of us have a right to express ourselves, yet there must be some ground rules.....we just didn't get that far to discuss those. And even if we did negotiate them, I can see we better get them in writing so we both have a clearer picture of each others expectations.<br />
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Had it not been for your tone and all the rabbits you were pulling out of your hat to try and convince me you were right about much of that crap, none of this would have happened...although I am glad it did. What it says to me is that our worlds are much different. It happened early enough in our fledgling relationship that we didn't get too far into it - and that would have made it much harder on both of us had we split up much later. I do respect you though. You are a wonderful gal.<br />
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My intent going into this was dating in the first place. We were fortunate that I brought up my kinkiness on that first night, it helped us move right into it. I was happy to learn of your kinky side too. It all went beyond dating into a part-time relationship so quickly, and I have no regrets at all. It was fun meeting you and doing things with you, but it has been very difficult for both of us to mesh our two different kinks of DD vs. BD. My Bondage and Discipline side does not accept argument, stubborness, tone, refusal. It insists on a strict set of rules and conditions (but we didn't get there yet), and it would not have allowed you to do anything like you have. There would have been certain days set for open communication, but that's it. Otherwise, you would have been mine the rest of the week. I know you're not used to that, but that is the real me inside.<br />
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I have to say this. My wife's personality, and your interpretation of her not arguing with me and that I wasn't used to that....is very true...but also as you know, it was the wrong thing to say to me. You were well aware of her long term disability that progressed to the point of no return - she can't move or talk anymore. It was very fatal for you to pull that rabbit out of your hat to try and prove anything, and I am sure you realize that now. Even before her disability, she did not talk to me the way you have with your tone.<br />
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As far as the other things you've said to me about wanting to get married, using me, telling me to say I love you, etc (joking or not)...those all happened within the first 3-4 weeks of knowing each other! In my world, you wouldn't dare be joking like that.<br />
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The other piece that you had said to me more than once was with regard to your personal interest and ability to do something because you got tired of it, didn't have patience with it, and had a limit of time that you were able to spend on it. That can't happen. There is no such thing in my world. You will be put to the test of endurance and learn to tolerate.<br />
In case you don't remember, on the last night I saw you, I had talked about you being submissive, and you said, "I don't think I could ever be a sub." That was difficult for me to understand, because that one Sunday we enjoyed together you were great! It went well, and we both felt it. <br />
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The only thing is, you've criticized me for saying things in my previous blogs like "She Needs Training" or something else, and that pissed you off. I said those things because I believe you have potential to cross over if you opened your mind to it and let go. You have already been doing it with me to a certain extent, but only sampled some of it. And the only way into it is to train someone very carefully with very strict structure, rules, conditions, and consequences. Any sub would have to undergo the whole piece in order to become totally responsive to her master, knowing that he in turn will do everything for her and that they will be happy in their relationship....which over time....usually leads to love and affection for each other in a special bond between them.<br />
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What I think you're trying to say is that you are accustomed to having your say in the tone you want, be totally independent and do what you want, and do it whenever you feek like it. I may be wrong about this, but the only thing that appears to me that you are willing to do is follow some simple domestic rules in a relationship, break them on purpose once in a while (like you've done with me several times) in order to provoke me into administering corporal punishment, and then repeat the cycle all over again. In some cases, you've just dangled the temptation right in front of me so I would spank you.<br />
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The fetish for being spanked apparently goes much deeper than what you've shared with me. I understand it all, but the rest of it that I wanted you to experience with me wasn't something that looked too appealing to either of us over the long term only because we didn't go there like we should have. What that means is that there were a number of things for both of us to work on together in order to make anything even remotely possible in terms of a relationship, especially given our different lifestyles and interests.<br />
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Much of the BD world I live in has everything to do with the simpler DD world, except there are times that you get placed into very restricting situations and may experience discipline in many different ways, and it doesn't always have to do with punishment just for violating some rule. It can simply be to train you to learn what I want you to learn and practice and I use the tools in my arsenal to convince you to think differently. And it doesn't always have to do with sex either, although if it's done right, you would become very interested in that.<br />
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The only way we could have achieved anything close to a LTR.....is you not talking to me like you were. And one of the ways we could have got there is for me to invoke and enforce a set of rules, conditons, structure, etc. and you would have to follow them, just as you have in your previous DD relationship. I wanted to take the time to work with you several times daily in a BDSM relationship, not a DD domestic thing. My goal was to have you experience so much more and it would be because I said so for my reasons, without you expecting me to explain why, or having you try to negotiate or cherry pick some of it or just argue about it.<br />
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It's more powerful than what you've experienced before....and you can't pick and choose anything that happens because "cherry picking" isn't acceptable. You have already trusted me, so no matter what I say you must do or what you must experience, it will get better.....not worse. There will always be limits to discuss in the beginning. You have already experienced some of it, so it isn't like you don't know what to expect. I would take it slowly with you, and it would take time...meaning sessions might last for hours, not minutes.<br />
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I want you to think about this article and re-read it. And if somewhere inside that head of yours, should you have some sort of feeling, emotion, or curiosity about this.....I ask you to do the following:<br />
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1. Think about it long and hard for a few days. Don't react to this too quickly.<br />
2. If something in your head is telling you that it might work, and if you were willing to give it your <strong><u>full cooperation and change your behavior as I work with you,</u></strong> and you want to experience much more intense power and control like I have partially described above (not detailed by any means), then think about how you would be willing to describe your thoughts in writing to me about this and then post it here with your comments and let me know.<br />
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I want to read what you say very carefully. I will look for you to be willing to submit, change, and do whatever it takes to make it work and it will all go down on paper and we will sign an agreement about everything just so we can refer to it. We will negotiate the terms, definitions, rules, conditions, and consequences, and I will develop plans for training that must remain flexible. You have to be willing to give up being headstrong and argumentative anymore and turn your mind, body and soul over to me in trust.<br />
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In the absence of hearing from you, I will assume that you are done with me, just like I said I was done with you. And when I talked to you by phone last, the reason I said that was because you were being short with me again and were not willing to step outside or into another room for even a few minutes to talk with me privately. I believe this was because in your mind, I was interrupting you, it was not the time for you, and you just simply didn't want to talk with me then. I was unimportant to you at the time, just like my delivery of that shipment was unimportant to you. You were not willing to at least try to talk with me, and it was something you could have avoided, but you cherry picked what you wanted to do again. You were exercising your right to independence; making up your own mind; and doing what you felt was right for you without regard for me; and all at a time right then at that moment when you knew you had an opportunity to at least try to repair the damages with me since I called you after you apologized via text. You didn't even try. <br />
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Those reasons don't exist in my world. I don't like it when anyone does this. It would have been different had I known you for some time, and had we not just separated again, and had you not just apologized to me via text, but that wasn't the case. The apology to me via text had once again changed into your tone over the phone, and that sent me another message about how quickly you can flip flop on me.<br />
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In mideval time, the submissive/slave feared and sometimes respected her master out of that fear, depending on what he did. In the BDSM lifestyle of modern times, it is hard to adjust to that lifestyle concept unless you are used to it, but that brief conversation on the phone between us, and the reasons you gave for not talking to me, didn't help.<br />
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This is the only possible remedy to our differences now. I just don't think there is any other way to resolve anything unless one of us is in charge. I may change my mind considering you for this, so don't be egotistical, stubborn, or let the other part of your brain tell you anything. You should just turn yourself over to me and let me convince your brain to think differently and keep quiet for awhile so you don't get into more trouble than you already are.<br />
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Like I said in the beginning, I wanted to share our experiences by writing our points of view in each of our blog pages. There has been several readers who have visited my page, and I assume that some of them must be your friends because I don't really have any in here to speak of as of this writing. My BDSM lifestyle has been very private until now. I thought it would be important to write about us, from both perspectives, in order to get comments from independent followers who might be willing to give their input, guidance, and opinions. I don't have many comments from others like you do, but I have changed my settings to allow anyone to comment from the public. Unfortunately, I see that you have elimated the link to my blogs from your page as a follower. You must not want your friends to see any more of what I have to say. And they must all know that there is always two sides to a coin, so why not? Those that have already visited my site may return at any time they choose. You already gave me permission to post intimate details, so it's not like I have done anything wrong with this. (Yes, I did....I just went back to look again, and the link was there. I am sorry Cheri...my mistake).<br />
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P.S. - I admire you for still having feelings about W. and why you left. It was very thoughtful of you to do what you did, and I am sure he understands it all. I don't expect you to ever forget about W. because you shared five years together at a time in your life that you needed him and he needed you. You guys had some very good times together, and that will forever be a part of your life, and you can't nor shouldn't want to change any of that. I do not expect you too. But...there cannot be any outside influences that will interfere with our relationship. I mean none at all. Influences can be people, things, or events...and I just won't let things get in the way. It's just something a dom will do to protect the relationship.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08104596957225133813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378984397600175977.post-6695574497200872952011-01-18T20:41:00.000-08:002011-01-18T21:31:59.260-08:00How Do Things Turn to Crap so Quickly?So, Cheri and I met for some pool and beers today. We were initially having fun, until the two of us got a little feisty with each other. She had a hold of the pool stick, and so did I. She started making some moves as if to out maneuver me, so I used my training against her, advanced inward closer and stepped on one foot to put her off balance. That made her mad at me. Things went to crap after that.<br />
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When I called her to invite her up to play pool, I told her I was expecting an important delivery from UPS, and asked her to stop by my place on the way up and she agreed to check for me. I asked for her to bring it with her because of my concerns that I didn't want to leave it on the porch so someone walking by might see it and steal it. I think I've told her about the neighbors down the street who I don't trust, but the whole point is that Cheri understood my request. She honored it by swinging by my place, and when she got to bar, she said it wasn't there. At no time did she object then to my having this issue on my mind. She never objected to coming to play pool having that on my mind, and she never objected to me asking her to check on the package on the way up. She did check because she cared and she did it for me. But what happened later back at my place was another snafu altogether.<br />
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Before I had called Cheri to invite her up, she had called me earlier to tell me that her schedule had changed and she didn't have to do all the things she told me earlier. In other words, her day freed up a bit. I had texted her earlier to tell her that I posted the blog about us from last Sunday's trip. So when I told her I would call her and let her know where I was at, she seemed agreeable to that idea.<br />
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I called her and told her where I was at and invited her to come up and join me and my son in a game of pool. She seemed eager to do that and had apparently already got some things done. She said, "I just have to put some make up on and I will stop by your place and come up." <br />
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We played pool and had a few drinks. We were having a good time, except when I started looking at my watch and said I was thinking about going back to the house to check for the package. She wasn't mad at me, but instead, asked me to chill and not worry about it. She wanted me to stay and play some more. I chose to do that and agreed with her. As time went on, we ordered some food and more drinks, but there was one point that her and I were getting a little feisty with each other grab assing, and just fooling around. She had a hold of the pool stick and so did I, and when she started to try to out maneuver me, I stepped in closer and used one of the steps I was taught in my training to overpower and throw the person off balance. I came in close to her and stepped on her toe a little bit to trap her foot, and was about to make a series of 2-3 other moves to put her off balance, but she objected to me stepping on her toe. It wasn't that hard, but she made a big deal out of it. Nothing at all like the 8 hours of training I had undergone for close unarmed defensive tactics at all, this was just a simple thing, although she wanted to make a big deal out of it saying it hurt her. She insisted I apologize and her whole outlook on me changed in that instant.<br />
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We finally got over that, but as time passed, I wanted to come home and check for the delivery of that package. She asked me to just chill and relax. To her, it didn't seem that important. Although last Sunday, she did ask me when that package was going to be delivered, and I told her then that it was scheduled for tonight. So it wasn't like she didn't know it was important. I had told her the contents cost me about $500, but they were BDSM toys.<br />
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Tonight, when we got back to the house, the package wasn't here. She immediately made some retort to the fact that I was all excited about nothing because it hadn't got here anyway. That was uncalled for. It was like poking me in the ribs on purpose, trying to prove a point even before we walked in the door. After we were settled inside, I wanted to open up the curtains so I could see when the delivery guy would stop by. She immediately questioned me as to why I wanted to open the curtains. She was already starting to dissect everything I was doing, and yet she originally understood and agreed to stop by to check for me knowing that I was concerned about it.<br />
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The part I don't understand is how she could switch on me like this. After the package arrived, she was eager to see the contents just like I was, and we were both interested in testing some of it to see how it worked. Somehow or another, we got into it again later after things were put up. But what she said to me was that I put the box and the contents up to a level that was more important than she was, and that I should have not invited her to go play pool and have some beers because it was on my mind instead of just having fun with her.<br />
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That didn't make any sense at all.<br />
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I got tired of her picking everything apart and her saying she was psychic and could sense that the box was more important to me than she was. She even made the comment that it isn’t that big of deal, the contents are insured and they will make up for your loss if it were stolen. Well, guess what, the contents were not insured by me at all and no signature was required. I was surprised to hear her say something like this, as if this was at least some of the basis for her reasoning. She was again trying to pull rabbits out of the hat to prove her point of view to me with some sort of justification.<br />
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The whole thing was beginning to really piss me off. She comes back at me with things that are so ridiculous, it's as if she wants to get into a verbal debate with me so she can try to prove some point of hers.<br />
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At some point when we were hashing the whole thing out, I told her to, "Go read the blog." I was referring to the blog that I had just posted earlier today. She then began to dissect that by perceiving that I was insisting that she read it right away. I did in fact offer for her to use my laptop to read it while she was here, but she declined. The reason I told her to go read the blog was because there were some things in it that she didn't know about yet. I wanted her to read them to understand me better. I actually wanted to build upon our relationship, that is, until tonight.<br />
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She then began to justify why she didn't have time the entire day to read that blog. She began that part of the conversation by laying out her entire day, what she did, when she did it, and all of the things she had to do. She was going way out into left field, when all I said was, "Go read the blog." This is what she does. She takes one thing, perceives it her way, then uses that to get into some big argument and debate.<br />
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I finally asked her to leave and go take care of her business. I pointed out to her why it bothered her that I had something to do like go home and check on a package, but with the intent of returning, and then I brought up the point why it was important for her to go home and take care of her business, which was walking her dog. The dog is a cool dog, and of course I know she is important to her. But she missed the point I was making again. <br />
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This is a routine she has always had to do, and I've never objected to her caring for her dog. The point I had made to her is that I have never objected to her going home to care for her dog, yet she objects to me about a box. I let her do her thing, yet she wants to find fault with me and it clearly says to me that what's important to me is obviously not important to her at all. It was just a box....and that got us to another damn argument again. Her reply before she walked out the door was that it was, "Her daughter", which apparently attempts to justify the importance over my insignificant box, which isn't the point at all. Her reasons are OK…..mine are not, and especially when they don’t make any sense at all and nothing like this was brought up when I asked her to check on my package in the first place.<br />
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She doesn't get it. Had she read the damn blog and took time out of her day, she might have gotten it, but that never happened. She had at least 5 minutes in her day to read it, but she chose not to do that because as she told me, she had other so called "important things to do." Again, what is apparently important to her supersedes everything else.<br />
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She was so rude to me again, that I threatened to delete the blog because she apparently didn't give a shit about it the way she was talking to me. She then had to throw some more gas on the fire and say that would be very immature of me to do that, as if by saying that she is more mature than me in anything or everything she does on her high horse.<br />
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Instead, I chose to write this. She'll take the time to read both of them now, mostly because she will want to check to see if I did delete it, rather than because I wrote something that would be important for her to know to help build our relationship. That’s why I wrote the damn thing, but she didn’t know that. She will now.<br />
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Here again, with her attitude and insolence, I had every right to administer corporal punishment, and yet she was so damn adamant about having her say, that I couldn't just drag her into the bedroom and spank her ass. She meant what she said, and I was able to solicit some of the reasoning for why she acted this way. Her reasoning or excuses were not washing well with me at all, because she also accused me of being impatient about the box, and now, being impatient because I told her to go read the blog. I wasn't impatient, I was getting more pissed because she also said, "I'll read it when I get around to it." She was being snotty with me and was very pushy. She also started to use one of her old sayings, "It takes time.....blah, blah, blah" as another excuse for her behavior. That's a bunch of bull shit. We had a great day last Sunday. And you know what she said about that, "That's because we were just having fun and you weren't worrying about anything else."<br />
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What? Here we go again..... some other reasoning I guess.<br />
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That was all it took for me to tell her to leave. I've had up to my neck with her bull shit. She is not using her head at all and then has the audacity to tell me I am too sensitive, as if I need to put up with her crap.<br />
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I didn't, and I won't. Let the relationship go to hell for her being insolent and rude again. She was moody tonight and wanted to fight using whatever she could think of to try to prove her point. I'm not going there with her anymore. She even said that no matter what I say, you still think you're right, which only reinforces the whole point I am making.........it's useless to try to talk to her because she wants to dissect everything apart and use anything she can to win the argument. That's just her nature, and I am not going to play her game at all.<br />
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The weird part about all this is a previous statement she made to me days ago, “You’re going to let me get away with talking to you like that?” At that time, she was being suggestive to me that I should be spanking her ass for being so rude or snotty with me. She actually expects me to jump in like that, and yet she is the one that wants to be heard and get into it with me. <br />
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This is going nowhere like this. It is getting really petty, and I am not tolerating it. It’s not worth it to me. She even made the wrong point of comparing our argument, saying that I wasn’t used to having someone in a relationship argue with me. That was very stupid of her to bring that into the discussion, because she knows how sensitive I am about that. And the reason she brought it up is because it is true. My wife didn’t talk to me at all like Cheri does, which explains why we were married for so long and why I stuck with her to the very end. She has also asked me on at least three different occasions in the last several days to say to her that I love her, and that we should get married, and then she snickers and laughs about it or my response, which is usually, “I can’t tell you that until I feel that way.” The other day, she made some dumb comment that, “she was just going to use me.”<br />
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The point she made was fatal. It was about my wife who I have loved for 31 years….the last 23 of which she progressively became very ill with a total disability that has resulted in her being permanently placed into a nursing home unable to move or talk. She stooped that low to prove her point by saying, “I am not used to someone arguing with me”, and she just had to pull that rabbit out of her hat to try and prove her last point. It’s true, but that was a poor choice to use to prove anything.<br />
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Well, congratulations Cheri…………..you’ve made your point very clear to me, and you’ve done it in more ways than one.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08104596957225133813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378984397600175977.post-70381460817841252322011-01-18T13:23:00.000-08:002011-01-18T13:48:45.007-08:00Training BeginsCheri called me after about 10 days of being absent. <br />
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I am happy that she returned to seeing me again. I think we both knew that we have affection for each other, but we also both knew going into this relationship that our differences were worlds apart.<br />
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Cheri is a very attractive and intelligent woman. She has told me that her previous relationship involved a man who she still loves. She had to part ways from him for her reasons, and it was the right thing for her to do in my opinion. The reasons she left are up to her to share with everyone, but she knows in our relationship that the same reasons will never become an issue between us.<br />
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Before posting this, I contacted Cheri to ask her permission if I could post intimate details of what has happened between us. Since she returned to seeing me again, I've discussed a few things with her. <br />
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I am still willing to work with Cheri by introducing her to the world of BDSM, and I have reason to believe that she will enjoy it. <br />
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Last Sunday, she walked in the door and said, “Let’s go for a ride up in the mountains.” It was a spur of the moment thing that we both have the ability to do sometimes, and it makes it really nice in a relationship to be spontaneous and just pick something and do it together. We really loved that trip. It was a nice ride up into the mountains on the highway. The river water was high and brown in color due to the recent rainfall and subsequent runoff of soil mixed in with it. Snow was still on the ground around the Douglas Fir trees and the highway was a little wet from the rain in the last 24 hours. The temperature was in the 50’s. It was a gorgeous trip up there, and I had narrated a lot of interesting history about the area during the drive as we listened to music. She had never been up in our mountains and was really into it like me. I took her to a popular mountain resort off the highway where we enjoyed some drinks and conversation in the lounge that also had a fireplace with a crackling fire burning. It was very romantic. Cheri had picked out an appetizer called, “Butternut Stuffed Ravioli.” It had a cream sauce with sage flavoring and was delicious. It was just enough to take the hunger edge off and it went really well with this wine she picked out called, “Coastal Vines – Cabernet Sauvignon from California.” The bottle was about $15, but it was a really good red wine and we’re going to look for more in the store.<br />
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We stayed up there for a couple of hours and I introduced her to the owner. He sat with us at our table and we shared some stories and some laughs. I could tell he really liked Cheri, so after he left, I suggested she think about working there. That in turn sparked another interest with her, and so she talked to our waitress about it. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, she asked her for an application and began to fill it out in the lounge. The rest she would have to fill out later. She was enthusiastic about it, but since a couple days have passed, she has had some reservations about the idea because of the commute distance and time involved both ways from where she lives. Even though the waitress said it was good money and worth the drive, no numbers were ever provided to either of us so that she could make up her own mind. What the waitress did say was that there were no openings right now. But because I believe the owner sat with us, laughed and enjoyed our company, I think Cheri has a really good chance of getting hired up there to work in the lounge.<br />
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On the way up there, we had passed another little resort, and Cheri wanted to stop in there for a night cap on the way back down from the mountains. We did, and ordered a couple of White Russians. I also ordered a hamburger and fries, and we shared some of it. It was too much for either of us to finish, but very delicious. The bartender talked to us about upcoming entertainment events including a crab feed and one of them looked interesting to the two of us. I marked it down in my cell phone calendar to remind me later.<br />
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We returned to my place after such a beautiful day. It was so romantic. Earlier in the day, we had spent about 3 hours at a local sports bar watching a football game and we ate breakfast and enjoyed some drinks there. The whole day just turned out perfect…..but the best part was what happened back at my place that night.<br />
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Cheri and I felt something special had just occurred between us that day, and we were both in the mood to experiment in a very intimate way. I pampered her that night, combed her hair, and treasured every moment of giving her my attention and affection. I cooked her some scrambled eggs just the way she liked them. I got her some cold packs for a migraine headache; massaged her neck and temples; got her to take some Ibuprofen, and had her drink a little coffee to get some caffeine in her system.<br />
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She was very submissive with me and let me take care of her. She did everything I asked her to do. She was very cooperative and worked with me to make it a special night, and believe me….it turned out to be very special for both of us!<br />
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For her it was training, learning to trust me and accept me. She learned to let herself go that night and follow my lead. I called it, “Session One.” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It would be the first time she would experience a Tease and Denial session for over an hour! The creativity of the whole event included a more in depth experience into the introduction of BDSM. <br />
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I began the event in the living room during the time I had been pampering her with affection and taking care of her. When the moment was right, I asked her not to speak. I went into what I call my “bondage room” and retrieved the strong black leather restraints with stainless steel D-rings. I came back out and she let me secure them around her wrists and ankles. She helped me make adjustments. She was very cooperative and didn’t speak without permission, which I gave her a few times. I let her enjoy her wine and made sure she was comfortable and ready for what would come. She was dressed in pajamas. After a few minutes of being pampered some more, including combing out the knots in her long hair while she was wearing those restraints, I told her it was time and sent her to the bathroom first. When she came out, I directed her into the bondage room which was already lit with candles.<br />
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The first thing she saw was the string hanging down from the ceiling hook that was attached to a large Hitachi Wand vibrator dangling above the bed in just the right spot. Then she saw the ropes secured to each of the four corner metal posts of the bed frame, each having the quick release snaps attached to the ends.<br />
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I asked her to remove her clothes and sit down on the bed. I wanted her to see everything before I secured a really good black leather blindfold around her head and neck and secured that with the Velcro strap. I asked her to open her mouth and inserted a standard red-rubber ball gag and secured that around her neck so she couldn’t protest.<br />
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I had her lay down on the bed and asked her to scoot down so I could secure both of her ankle straps to each corner. Her legs were spread open very wide. I then asked her to scoot back up as far as she could, and then I secured each wrist to the two snaps linked to the rope on the headboard posts. Her arms and wrists were now spread out tight and wide as far as they could go. She tested the straps and strained against them as she whimpered out a sigh.<br />
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I lowered the vibrator dangling from the ceiling/string, and it was about two inches away from her clit. I explained this to her and got out another rope so I could wrap one end around the shaft of the vibrator and pull it closer to her clit so it would rest right on it loosely. I told her this is what I wanted it to do so it would be more of a tease to her. I secured that rope above her head to the metal headboard, made adjustments, and then turned it on. I told her to move her hips around and try to get as much of it as she could, but she knew it was only going to be enough to tease her.<br />
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I laid down with her on the bed as she squirmed sometimes and would try to get more stimulation from the head of the vibrator. I petted her hair, whispered and blew in her ear, talked dirty to her, kissed her neck and lips, sucked her nipples, pinched them once in a while, and occasionally I would hold the head of the vibrator and press it into her clit firmly noticing that her moans and sighs increased. Whenever I let it go, she would strain against her bonds with a different kind of moan and sigh. She quivered and tried everything she could do to get more stimulation, but learned I was in total control. This was an important thing for her to experience. She learned to trust me and had no control anymore. She wasn’t going to escape my relentless torture and she was learning to cherish and enjoy it. I told her that she would have to endure the whole session before I would let her climax. She knew that I was going to keep her in this state of frustration for at least an hour. To her, it may have seemed like foreplay, but it was really training.<br />
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After a few minutes of this, I explained to her as I pulled up two additional straps that were already mounted to both sides of the bed frame and were secured to “O-rings.” I got up onto the bed and wrapped them above each knee, and made final adjustments to hold her knees open and securely tied down. This completely exposed her to me, and it also prevented her from moving her body and pelvis around too much. All she could do now was move her clit up or down against the vibrator.<br />
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The vibrator has two speeds and I would change it from low to high, alternating by holding it firmly against her clit for a few seconds and then letting it dangle loosely around her clit. The rope I had attached around the vibrator shaft only kept it barely touching against the outer part of the hood of her clit, but it didn’t keep it pressed against it very firmly. She could feel the constant tingling of its buzz, but it wasn’t enough. Each time she would move around, it would move around while it dangled there in a very frustrating position for her.<br />
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Sometimes I would hold it firmly against her clit, bring her closer to the brink of orgasm, and then distract her from too much pleasure by pinching her nipples. My index and middle finger made several assaults inside her vagina using a lube, and I attacked her g-spot simultaneously while I pressed the vibrator against her clit. Using this repeated cycle of stimulation, I was able to bring her near the brink of orgasm several times, and then slowed down or just stopped. In the BDSM world, this is called, “Edging.”<br />
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She was being tortured like never before and she had no control. She couldn’t see me and she couldn’t protest. She would pull and strain against those bonds and it was useless to try. She did try to unsnap the quick release hardware, but I told her that wouldn’t work. When I told her to try to escape, she did manage to pull really hard, and it broke the weld holding one of the D-rings on the leather strap. I had to reconnect her to the other ring until I could fix it later by checking all of them and welding each one with more solder. There wasn’t anything she could do about her situation, and she would just have to deal with whatever happened.<br />
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At one point, I told her not to panic and said I was going to drip hot wax on her breasts. I explained that it would feel hot at first, but would subside fairly quickly. I lighted the candle and laid beside her as I seductively explained how it was starting to melt and told her to be ready….it’s going to be a little hot,…here it comes…..and I dripped some on her. She felt it right away and strained and moaned with a little discomfort. This was also good training for her. She was learning how to accept a lower level of pain that only lasted a few seconds with no residual effects like a hard spanking or whipping, or using painful nipple clamps on her. As the hot wax was dripped all around her nipples and breasts, the vibrator was buzzing. This is important training when introducing someone to the world of BDSM. They need to feel pleasure mixed with light pain that can be varied to higher levels in both categories and mixed up together in different variations and intensities. The scenario must last long enough to make an impression on her mind that will be embedded there for the rest of her life. It’s more about mind play, and less about sex in a BDSM relationship, but it does have a tendency to increase the intensity of an orgasm if she is allowed to have one, and that is exactly what I wanted to achieve doing to her. She has not experienced anything like this before, but she was learning to get into it and enjoy it, which is exactly what I want her to do.<br />
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She wasn’t expecting me to say it, but I told her to beg me to let her cum. She did beg, and I kept taking her to the edge and back down over and over again. She became even more frustrated and strained against her bonds. I told her she couldn’t cum yet. She was learning that her begging didn’t make a difference and that I was still in control. I kept telling her she had to ask me for permission to cum. She tried that too, but to no avail. It was very frustrating for her in a delicious way.<br />
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I got her so hot, and then I told her I was going to fuck her and there wasn’t anything she could do about that either. I always use condoms and practice safe sex, so neither of us has to worry about that. This made her hot as I moved over her and into position. My arms working her breasts and torso, and arching her back up as much as she could, I inserted my cock, held my arms under her and around her shoulders, and stroked her a few times but stopped.<br />
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I have the erectile dysfunction problem, and it is very frustrating for me and for her. The position of being tied down flat on the bed leaves no room for angles or technique, but it can be done if I was hard enough to maintain that erection. I just didn’t have my prescription filled or available that night.<br />
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I got off her pissed, but I continued to torture her my way. She suffered through it until I told her she could cum. I brought her right up to the edge, and then stopped. She wasn’t expecting that either. I told her what was going to happen next. I was not going to stop this time, but she better not come. I completely reversed the scenario on her. She couldn’t stop me from increasing the stimulation, and she had to rely upon her own mind to distract herself, but it wasn’t working very well. She couldn’t help it after being teased for so long. So, I brought her back up again as she fought not to cum, got her really close, then stopped again. She was so frustrated and confused with me. Finally, on the last one, I said OK, you can come now. I brought her all the way up again, starting slowly, working the pace up faster, and just as she got really close, I said if you come, you’re going to get 30 hard spankings in the next session. She couldn’t stop me, and she came violently with multiple orgasms in rolling waves. It was very intense for her as I held that vibrator firmly against her clit and pumped my fingers against her g-spot with precision speed and friction.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It must have lasted at least 3 minutes, and she strained against those bonds the whole time. I let her relax a couple of minutes and then released her immediately. She needed a break and was thirsty after drinking all the wine.<br />
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This was the perfect training session for her. She needed it. Now she knows what I can and will do to her in some sense of the BDSM world. Had she not needed a break, I could have kept her there and started in on her again for another hour or so. I suppose that will have to be another session planned for the future, and I think I will call it an “Extended Session.”<br />
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Her next session will be a completely different tying technique and she will have to undergo her spanking for coming. This confused her, because she is so used to being disciplined in a domestic relationship for actually doing something wrong. She needed this experience to learn and understand the mind play part of BDSM. I had total control of her mind and body during that session, and it should have been an overwhelming experience to her, which I think it was. She is still a bit confused about why I would do this to her, but she is learning and being cooperative with me by trying to adjust to it, which is a good thing. Had it not been for her willingness to submit to me and let me take the lead, we wouldn’t have got this far.<br />
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The mind play is very important. I have taught her what it’s like to not be in control and totally dependent upon me for everything. It becomes very addicting over time, and I’ve warned her about this. After a few months of this training, she will probably never go back to a vanilla sex relationship again. It’s almost impossible to do. No matter who it is, there most likely won’t be the same levels of intensity in both the mental and physical aspects of a true BDSM relationship with an experienced Dom.<br />
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She still tries to do things on purpose just to get me mad at her so that she gets disciplined her way. And while I enjoy that role, it’s not what a true submissive will do. She needs to learn this with me and adjust. It is going to be next to impossible for us to maintain two different lifestyles at the same time. What I can do is remember her insolent behavior, and occasionally spank her ass burning red when she gets out of hand. But I won’t forget it when she submits to me again in another session either. She must learn that there will be no escaping what I am going to do to her for discipline, and it’s going to be much different during a session with me than it ever has been in her life.<br />
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I have ordered more tools for my arsenal. These devices are all intended to produce different levels of pain, and are very precise. The training is going to be carefully introduced to her, and she must undergo all of it when the time is right. I am not going to force her into it quickly or harshly, but she must learn to take it slowly and gradually. The idea is to teach her about the different kinds of things I can and will do to her. Eventually, she will learn to modify her behavior and not be insulting or rude; she will learn to obey me; she will remember who the master is in a much different way than she has been accustomed to in the past.<br />
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It’s called training, and at the same time, we are experiencing a special bond between us that will grow. The more she submits to me, the more I will grow affectionately to her mind, body, and soul. It’s called love, and she won’t get there any sooner without doing as I ask. I am asking today because she is still a bit unsure about everything as she gets training from me. In the future, I won’t be asking anymore, I will be telling her and she must learn to do it without hesitation or argument. She will learn that if I detect any of that at all, she will suffer the consequences. At the same time, my requests or directives will always be reasonable.<br />
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Something like the porn web cam modeling is not within the realm of being forced to do. That was just another business idea of mine.<br />
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During medieval times, the master told the slave what to do and she jumped to do it in order to survive. Today’s world is a little different because we have other considerations. Back then, you either complied or you suffered and everyone knew it. Today, it has to be done with some discretion, but should have the same concept and effect.<br />
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We will continue to see each other as long as we are both enjoying what we do. The minute one of us isn’t enjoying it anymore, it may end too soon. I say that only because I don’t want it to end…I want the opportunity to train her to be totally submissive to me and respond to me the way I want her to do it. If she can do that, there is a chance we can build this relationship together and make it work into a commitment between just the two of us.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08104596957225133813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378984397600175977.post-5646672304538941142011-01-04T13:37:00.000-08:002011-01-19T10:15:13.137-08:00Dinner at My Place<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We enjoyed a wonderful dinner together last night in my home. I had purchased two tenderloin (filet mignon) steaks along with 3 fresh jumbo crab legs. Elaina made another tasty salad using Romaine, adding some Feta cheese, and a few other ingredients. Melted butter was perfect with the crab. I was really focusing on my steak and wine, and the crab, and I thought something was different about how the salad tasted. She realized I hadn’t added the Balsamic vinaigrette dressing and chuckled. Much better! I thought she had already added it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am still learning from her about the finer wines, and last night’s choice of Black Box Cabernet Sauvignon from a 2008 California batch was really a delicious red wine to go with that steak. I’ve had some wines before, but I never really enjoyed them, partly because I didn’t know how to choose a good one. I always thought the more expensive the cost, the better the wine. Although that may be partially true, I am learning that there is much more to it than that. I’ll enjoy learning this from Elaina, and she will guide me with her vast knowledge and expertise in this area.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I messed up again last night after dinner. I had been thinking about proposing an idea to her as an alternative option for being financially secure and independent. One of the things I always seem to do is analyze a situation, and I’ve been known to do that under very difficult circumstances in my previous line of work. I can go from step 1 to step 300 in a matter of seconds, and in the end, the last step achieves the final result, which in this case, could mean financial security and total independence.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The idea I had been thinking about was Elaina becoming a porn model on a website. It’s not that I have any disrespect for her, or think that she is down to any kind of level of being desperate, or that she has no moral values. None of those things crossed my mind while I was thinking about it or when I said it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She was not happy with me at all. Emotionally, this had a huge impact on her. I didn’t intend to cause her any harm, and I didn’t want her to be upset. My goal was to put that idea out there, discuss it with her as a friend and a partner, doing it rationally and professionally, and see if there was some way to achieve some sort of reasonable plan that could blend into her life. I guess part of my rationing for even thinking about it had to do with knowing about our separate lifestyle experiences, and then posting things about them here on the internet in an anonymous setting.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The model websites that have a webcam are anonymous, except for the visual piece of seeing the model performing. There are strict rules for the models to follow at one website that I know of in particular. They do not allow models to have any men in the scene, and there cannot be any type of insertion in the public viewing. Anything else is done in a “private room”. When the men follow the model into the private room, the clock begins ticking and every few seconds it will automatically deduct another token from the man’s account. Tokens are purchased for use in these private rooms, but they are also commonly used to simply “tip” the model in the public viewing room. It is this tipping that makes the models the most money. Many of them will do some sort of tease and if she does it right without violating the rules of the website, she can make a ton of money, anonymously in the privacy of her own bedroom from anywhere in the world.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The website will only accept models that are very attractive. Experience shows that the hot women on hot websites will get the most hits, and in this case, the tokens deducted from the man’s account is shared on a percentage basis with the model. 60% goes to the model, which is not the usual and customary amount earned. It is much higher pay, and it helps the models make a living. Some of the more experienced and talented models have been known to make $40,000 per month or more. The money earned is electronically deposited into a bank account of their choice.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The models are required to sign a contract agreement that covers many stipulations, disclosures, rules, conditions and so on. This is typical in the entertainment business. Once the model has been accepted, the company will allow her to download the software and install it on her computer. The software has many features to include the ability to block out specific states, cities, regions, or zip codes from being able to view the model’s profile or her performances. It has a lot of control that provides the kind of anonymity and blocking capabilities that most models are concerned about. They see the value of being a performer in the entertainment business, yet they still want to live their normal lives without any family or friends knowing what they are doing.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">These blog sites and what we describe in them are very private. They contain the kind of things that most of us would not want to share with our family or friends because we have a need sometimes to protect that. The anonymous ability of posting things on the internet has grown very quickly and has enabled us to experience our other lifestyles in different ways. It gives us a peace of mind and an outlet.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A public website that shows our image has another consideration that separates the serious from the not so serious, especially when it comes to performing naked or having anything to do with sex, or any type of lifestyle like DD or Bondage and Discipline. For those models that have been successful with their endeavors on this website, they are probably true professionals. A true professional has the ability to separate their profession from their personal life. In other words, you can be an actor and still live a normal life, unless you become a celebrity and have a mass amount of exposure in the media. The website I am referring to is public, but there isn’t anything like the mass exposure that you would expect to find with a “porn star” connected with the adult entertainment industry and XXX rated movies. An experienced model that goes into this area on a professional basis can make a good living, but many of the new models who are exposed to this are either tricked into it or they are desperate to make some money to survive. There are many horror stories, but I am not focusing on what other models have done wrong, I am trying to explain what I was thinking and how it could be achieved if Elaina were open to at least discussing it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Elaina was not open to discussing it all. She was upset with me for even thinking that she would be open to discussion. She has her own reasons, and I don’t disagree with any of them. She was very concerned that I had been thinking about it, let alone being so bold and stupid by having the nerve to speak to her about it and remove any doubt about what was on my mind, especially since I know what she wants to do with her life because she told me. To her, this was very disturbing that I could be thinking about this kind of stuff after we had only been seeing each other for about 2 weeks, and knowing her values and what she wants to do with her life. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It is difficult for me to explain, but I will try. I think Elaina has great potential to be whatever she wants to be, and do whatever she wants. Yes, she has some very good family and moral values. Yes, both of us have engaged in very private intimate acts. Yes, we both have different backgrounds and are almost 3 decades apart. Yes, we both enjoy our privacy and we both post some of the things we do anonymously here in this blog. We both have two separate lifestyles, so I didn’t think it would be so devastating to discuss another idea that I never really had a chance to finish like I am trying to do with this article. Life has many options to choose from, and it is very short. I think it is possible to enjoy different lifestyles and separate our personal lives with family and friends from our other lifestyles or the professional areas that we may choose to go into. It is possible, but it doesn’t always appeal to everyone and I clearly understand that. However, by discussing it professionally, many of the uncertainties or uneasy feelings can be sifted through and diced apart. That’s how many successful business ideas are developed by first beginning with a brainstorming session that contains multiple ideas, then whittling some of those down to the ones that look like they are attainable with the least effort that also appears to have the greatest chance of success.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Knowing Elaina for the short period of time that I have, I know what she wants to do with her life. I was only intending to discuss another option by thinking outside the box and brainstorming with her. It backfired, and that’s the way it goes sometimes. I am sure it is very difficult for her to understand me, especially after being in a previous DD relationship for five years. That relationship is still in her mind and she is used to being with someone for many years. What I do and what I may suggest is totally in another world to her AND IS NOT COMPLACENT with the status quo. What this means is that I am always thinking of things to do and enjoy by not being complacent with my life, but I know it must appear to her as though my world is too disturbing in this whole area of anything related to sex or why I say the things I do sometimes. It’s just my personality.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Last week, I suggested Elaina think about being a stand-up comedian. We talked about it and she went along with the idea at first by shopping with me to get a small note pad to keep in her purse or on the nightstand in case she thinks about some potential material and needs to write it down quickly so she won’t forget it. I also suggested a larger notebook that she would eventually use to transfer and store those brief notes with a little more detail. I thought I had her feeling enthusiastic about the whole idea, because she is very smart and has a great sense of humor. But within a matter of hours, all that changed. She adamantly took the position that she didn’t want to do it, and she had her reasons why. I still think she can do it and I see the potential in her. She disagrees, which is her choice. I look at things and expand ideas by brainstorming. There are ways to overcome obstacles of emotions, concerns, fears, anxiety, safety, security, moral values, and the list goes on. Whatever it is that prevents someone from doing something, it is possible to discuss it and perhaps find a reasonable solution that resolves getting around most or all of the obstacles.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Last night, I suggested we write a book together. Her first thought was that it would all be about our differences or arguments. Again, she focused and targeted in on a negative perception and didn’t see the big picture like I did. This blog is an example to her that I recommended we use to exchange our experiences and share them anonymously. It is a true story, and I don’t believe it contains only arguments. What we’ve wrote so far is just the tip of the iceberg and it gets into the nuts and bolts of what we’re both thinking and actually doing. I think it’s far more interesting than fiction.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Elaina has gathered her remaining things in my home and left for work today. She will be busy at least until tomorrow. I will text her to let her know I posted this.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My world and her world are in different solar systems right now, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t find a way to make this work. There is a lot of compatibility and we’ve enjoyed much of it. For those few times that I’ve been so insensitive to anticipating her feelings or emotions and the outcome that comes with it, I apologize not for what I was trying to accomplish, but more importantly, what I expected her to do or discuss with me. It is this expectation within my personality that is part of my dominant character. We are beginning to experience second and third level emotions and feelings for each other, and some of these things I have described are getting in the way. They can be considered as red flags on the field, or they can be dealt with another way. I’ve explained I have no intent to cause harm, and I won’t say that again. If it causes harm, it is because Elaina’s emotions perceive it that way, which in turn causes a reaction. Emotions govern reactions. Reactions can get out of hand and are the cause of many complicated problems to include rash decisions. I am not emotional like this, yet I am sensitive to how someone else reacts to my intent. If my intent was to cause a heated argument and really get into it, I would expect anyone to pick up on those signals and engage me. If that was not my intent, then it bothers me. It is healthy and OK to disagree on something. We don’t always have to agree. I just don’t have a lot of time left in my life and grow impatient with each day that I feel was a partial loss. One “awe shit” has the ability to erase 1,000 “atta-boys”. To me, that concept can be dealt with while you’re young and have decades to live to tweak and develop things. I don’t have decades to live and want to move forward. Elaina has the option of working with me on this, or leaving me. She will have to make that choice. I don’t expect her to make a choice while she is experiencing emotional feelings and know that she is smart enough to digest what she may be experiencing.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have been thinking about coming up with a set of structured yet reasonable expectations, rules and conditions for her to follow in a DD relationship. It won’t be a live-in relationship like she has been accustomed to until we both feel we are ready for that level. I want to incorporate more of my lifestyle into hers. I want her to understand my intent and trust me. Part of that means being more open, think outside the box, and not just try new things…..do them. It’s a way out of a rut and can bring enrichment to her life that she so desperately needs right now. I am not saying that she needs to be that model, I am just saying that there are so many other things that I want to mentor her with that could end up in a better life for her. That is my nature to always want to help and develop something. Success with anything depends on what you put into it. I am looking for total submission and control and see the potential in Elaina to adapt. She will no doubt have a difficult time with it, but it is for her own good.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Within a matter of a few more years, I will be an outdated fossil that may not be able to keep up with her. I don’t want to hold her back because that would be selfish. I am not jealous or controlling with regard to what she wants to do with her private life. I am not opposed to her dating other men because of our age difference or other compatibility issues. I also know that she doesn’t think this way and wants to be in one relationship only. She is a very sincere and highly respected woman in my book, and my intent is to provide the leadership role in this relationship we have and do it for her benefit. While I will enjoy being in that relationship if it is working, I still want her to realize that I am being realistic and understand what she may want to do or need to do if she so desires. I just don’t want to waste any time in getting there.</span></div><span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">In closing, I don’t believe a real relationship can be developed by limiting sexual intimacy because it doesn’t do anything for the one who is doing it or it is taking too long to achieve the intent of that intimacy. Love doesn’t have to be a necessary element to have sex, even though it is an emotional and intimate experience. Sex and discipline are two separate things in the DD lifestyle. In my world, they can be combined. And in either case, just the sex itself must be felt like a real connection with intense chemistry between two partners that is best described as animal instinct. There doesn’t have to be feelings of love in order to take care of a normal hormone reaction. Just knowing that your partner wants you to experience a certain level of frustration and intensity is in itself, very powerful. Controlling that intensity is a very important part of the experience. It needs to last, and it has to be repeated over and over again right to the edge. This is what separates partners if it isn’t done right. K.</span>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08104596957225133813noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8378984397600175977.post-68257475512019568162011-01-03T22:15:00.000-08:002011-01-19T10:17:23.556-08:00Domestic Discipline vs. Bondage and Discipline<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This was an interesting piece of research for me to get involved with. It took me an entire evening and the following day to do my homework right after I met Elaina. I set out first by reading some suggested blogs that Elaina recommended, including her own. The following day, I did some of my own research and typed out these fourteen rules in my own words. I didn't copy anything from any website. </span> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am a writer, and I enjoy the challenge of creating something new and interesting for the reader.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I must say that I've never heard of a DD relationship prior to meeting Elaina. I knew about bondage and discipline, and quickly learned that the two lifestyles are quite different, even though spanking in a B&D relationship has a very similar purpose. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In a B&D relationship, the dominant top is in charge of creating the scene; deciding on the restraints to be used on his sub; tying techniques, positions, and the precise implements to be used to affect the desired outcome; determining what his submissive partner is going to endure and for how long, and then deciding on whether or not she will be permitted any sexual stimulation or an orgasm under a variety of circumstances. It doesn’t always have to include bondage and a sexual experience though. It can just be another form of discipline, but it’s not something Elaina is used to. Unfortunately, if the two of us are going to have a relationship, I don’t think I am willing to give up my dominant side nor allow her not to be totally submissive to me. Being totally submissive means having no limits, and this is where things are kind of dicey right now. It’s going to be a bumpy road for awhile, and she already knows I am not too happy with any kind of a notion for her to give me a long laundry list of things she either wants to wait on, or doesn’t feel comfortable with trying. If this is going to work, she needs to learn to not just try only some of these things while trusting my judgment – instead, she just needs to let go completely and let me be the judge and jury, the teaser or tormentor, the dominant male who will also cherish his submissive sub much the same way you do in a DD relationship, except with a little twist of more creative excitement built into it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">For me, understanding that the DD relationship is more of a normal lifestyle as compared to the B&D relationship that interests me is not the difficult part. I know the differences and when punishment is used in a DD lifestyle, it is for a specific and valid reason (punishable offense). In the B&D world, it all can mean the same thing, except that sometimes, it gets quite a bit more intense and can last for much longer periods of time.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The submissive partner is essentially always in an obedient state of mind and will do anything her dominant partner requires of her. For instance, he may require that she remain naked all day long in some sort of restraint, working around the house, and will immediately come to her dominant partner anytime he summons her for anything, to include a sexual experience. If you can picture what it would have been like back in medieval times, there were dungeons, punishment, torture and sexual experiences sometimes. The fantasy of a consensual B&D relationship goes several steps beyond what a normal DD relationship actually is designed to do. It incorporates all of the fourteen rules I described in my article, but it also establishes a true bond between two partners, especially if she is trainable. Yes, I said trainable. Elaina needs training. Safe words are available to her and used right now, but I expect for her to learn from me and know that I will not cause her any permanent harm or inflict any permanent injury. I want her to learn that once she submits and is restrained, that’s it. You sweat it out mentally and physically even though you know you will survive it all in the end. The mental piece of this is very powerful, and can become very addicting. The addiction can lead to enhanced sessions with varying scenarios and equipment and quickly becomes null and void/boring if it’s not changed up frequently. Unlike corporal punishment or other discipline in a normal DD relationship, the varying situations in a real B&D relationship keep the home fires burning with a little more intensity and deliberate purpose.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Trying to introduce this to Elaina is somewhat difficult for her because she is used to the normal DD lifestyle. She's been very cooperative and willing to learn some things that I want to introduce her to, except to say that if it was going too fast and was too much for her, she wasn't really sure about it. I think she’ll learn, and she’ll learn quickly.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We've talked a little bit about this, and it's not exactly easy for me either. On one hand, I want her to be able to live a normal life, have her own opinions, make her own mistakes, and learn from everything. On the other, I get a little confused with my ability to understand. Let me give you a prime example of how we are learning to understand each other.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She once said, "you're going to let me get away with talking to you like that." This was within the first few days we met, and I quickly picked up on her subtle hints where I should be stepping in with the normal role in a DD relationship that I described in my article.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I suppose every DD submissive partner and their dominant counterpart has different interpretations in their relationship of when to step in and invoke the balance and calibration that I referred to in my article, BUT, it can be a bit confusing when to appropriately step in and subdue her into a sound spanking when I am not sure yet if she was just giving a serious opinion and setting some sort of rule or limitation, or was it her testing me in hopes that I would learn how to respond to the differences of an opinion or just flat out insolent behavior.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">What I've been doing to try and learn all this is to listen to what she says very carefully, and watching her like a hawk. It doesn't take long for me to find some sort of minor punishable offense, like not putting the sink basket in the kitchen sink before rinsing the dishes. I don't want a bunch of crap clogging up my pipes, and have spent years perfecting a routine on many things I do around my home. Some of these incidental type of infractions are punishable offenses, BUT, they can be dealt with in a number of different ways by inflicting discipline just as you would do in a limited DD relationship, or the dominate partner may choose to step it up and enforce total submission for most anything. Either she learns to comply or she suffers the consequences.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I enjoy being a little bit more creative during some of the disciplinary corporal punishment sessions, and have had to take things slowly. It seems that whenever I bring up this entire topic or want to introduce something new, I am met with a sharp tone, resistance, and a tongue lashing of sorts. I can understand her being used to the one lifestyle for about 5 years; her apprehension and fears; her reservations; her only wanting to be partially submissive and take her lickings when they are due; but the reality of it all hasn’t quite set in with her yet. She is already somewhat submissive like I’ve told her. She just needs to trust me, let herself go, and obey. It’s a little complicated for both of us because I don’t distinguish the difference between discipline and discipline. Yes, that’s right. Both lifestyles have them, except that the B&D lifestyle can incorporate so much more control. Elaina has told me that she has always kept her sexual experiences separate from her disciplinary experiences. She isn’t a total sub yet, which is why this is difficult for her. It’s going to take some time and effort to train her. The interesting part of all this is that she will actually benefit more from it than I will. As the few remaining years pass for me at my age, she will have learned much and can move on if she desires to do that. She has so many more years to enjoy life than I have left, but the few that we might be able to spend together is still uncertain at this point.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The one thing I can say about all this is that if she chooses to stay with me, and once she crosses over into my total control and submits to me without fear or hesitation, reservations or limitations, and obeys without question, for any length of time, she will learn to enjoy it; so much so, that any future relationship she may ever have with another partner may not be able to have any vanilla flavoring. The addiction of a true B&D relationship and what happens in it has so much more involvement than most people will ever truly experience. The vague fantasies that a few people may have doesn’t give it any justice at all, and still others might look at this lifestyle as perverted or dangerous. Neither of those two types of categories of persons will have a full understanding and appreciation for it…that is, unless one of them is submissive, consensual, and actually trains under an experienced and seasoned dominant partner to learn how to accept it first, and enjoy it second. We shall see. K.</span></div>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08104596957225133813noreply@blogger.com2