AUTHOR’S NOTE: I eliminated the primary six components of this collection as a result of some pretty emotional damaging suggestions. Towards my higher judgment, I’ve determined to place them again in response to numerous private messages I’ve obtained. As soon as the primary six are authorised, I’ll proceed the collection till the tip.
If you have not learn these but, you must know that the story is a couple of extremely smart girl who manipulates her husband right into a strict and harsh (or, as has been argued by my critics, abusive) femdom relationship in an effort to fulfill her ever-growing sadistic urges. If any such story is not your cup of tea, I strongly discourage you from studying it.
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After all, Ellen was proper. My very own selections had put me on this predicament. Foremost amongst them: my choice to marry her. For forty-seven of my forty-nine years, I would been a confirmed bachelor. The concept of limiting my penis to a single vagina had appeared to me ludicrous, and that of committing my whole life to at least one girl — insane.
This angle had been strengthened about fifteen years earlier, when my smoldering dominant/sadistic streak burst into flame. I would at all times loved a excessive libido, in addition to appreciable success with girls (being 6’2″, gregarious, and conventionally enticing, to not point out very well-off and influential, helped), however in any other case my intercourse life was unremarkable.
Then one evening, I used to be searching for porn on the web (a reasonably difficult exercise in these days earlier than Google and the explosion of porn websites), and I ran throughout a gallery of bondage photographs. Every little thing modified. My cock immediately grew arduous once I discerned that the thumbnails had been of girls, sure and helpless, their intimate flesh uncovered to ache or pleasure, their faces lit by expressions of elegant submission, or contorted in beautiful agony.
Though this was a few years earlier than Fifty Shades introduced BDSM into the mainstream, I clearly knew in regards to the follow in idea. However these photos! A frenzied want to convey them to life, to enter them, to really feel the fun of getting a girl underneath my full management in the best way they depicted, seized my creativeness and wouldn’t let go.
I jerked off shortly.
After I was achieved, I did not wipe up and go to sleep, or begin studying a e book, or stand up to make myself a snack, or do any of the opposite issues I normally would have achieved. As an alternative, I lay there, clicking on photograph after photograph after unbelievable photograph. For a way lengthy? I do not know, however no less than lengthy sufficient to construct up a second erection and orgasm, then a 3rd. After I lastly fell asleep, I used to be morally and bodily drained. My cock ached from self-abuse, my balls had been slick with sweat, my sheets and abdomen had been sticky with dried and drying semen. However my laptop computer remained open to the bondage gallery as I drifted off.
After I awoke, I discovered that vanilla intercourse had misplaced a lot of its enchantment. After all I continued so far girls, to sleep with them even. However each time I conversed with a date, I discovered myself questioning what she would appear to be tied up, how she would squirm underneath numerous tortures I might think about however had by no means skilled, what she would sound like screaming in ache and pleasure.
The place did these urges come from? Why did they wait till I used to be in my early thirties to awaken? Who is aware of? I have not thought of it a lot, and I’ve by no means had sufficient curiosity or endurance to sit down with an analyst to discover the subject.
My preliminary BDSM experiences had been with a prostitute who marketed submissive function play in numerous underground newspapers. I’ll always remember the excessive that I felt after that first time — the fun of tying her up, of smacking her backside (tentatively, nearly shyly) with a using crop, of fucking her (not making like to her, fucking her!) as roughly as I might persuade my conscience to simply accept. Though we clearly shared no emotional connection, I nonetheless regard this girl as among the many finest sexual companions I’ve ever been with.
After a couple of instances with the skilled, I lastly gathered the nerve to position a private advert within the Washington Metropolis Paper. I do not know what I anticipated, but it surely actually wasn’t the handfuls of responses I obtained within the days after the advert was printed. One factor that has astonished me ever since is what number of girls want bondage and self-discipline, and the way comparatively few dominant males (no less than demonstrably sane and competent dominant males) there are to associate with.
I quickly discovered that solely a gradual stream of submissive companions would enable me to slake my thirst for brand new, kinky experiences. Happily, because the web developed, it turned a lot simpler to satisfy girls with comparable pursuits, and I turned an early consumer of alt.com, bondage.com and a plethora of different kink websites. On-line, each events might be open about what they’re searching for, and there is much less probability of an ungainly misunderstanding. I suppose that I additionally might have met companions by means of Washington’s very lively kink group, however I used to be reluctant to acknowledge my proclivities overtly, even amongst like-minded souls.
The rationale for that is that there have been dozens of journalists round city who would have favored nothing higher than to study the sordid particulars of my intercourse life. It will have been catastrophic if some horrified younger girl had contacted one among these bloodsuckers after receiving an surprising and unwelcome proposition from me. The very last thing I wanted in life was to be featured within the Washington Put up’s Fashion part underneath a headline like “The Numerous Sexual Appetites of D.C.’s Energy Elite.”
I at all times labored arduous to keep up my anonymity, however on the uncommon events when my identify did present up within the information, I used to be practically at all times known as a “energy dealer.” Particularly, I used to be a well-connected authorities affairs lawyer, who represented lots of these evil company pursuits that characteristic so prominently in trendy morality tales. For the file, what goes on in our nation’s capital is not practically as black and white because the media wish to painting. However, if the Washington press corps ever bought their arms on a narrative that will concurrently titillate their readers, embarrass me, and put my purchasers in a nasty gentle?
They’d suppose that Christmas had come early.
In any occasion, I did not meet Ellen on-line. She was serving because the Deputy Counsel for the Senate committee which had probably the most influence on key points affecting lots of my most essential purchasers. Ugh. Rereading that sentence, I see that it is numerous blah, blah, blah. However sadly, I merely cannot danger giving out sufficient particular data to permit a cautious reader to determine me or anybody else on this story. So I will use faux names for everybody (and no identify in any respect for myself), and I will fudge numerous particulars.
However to be sincere, the main points aren’t essential.
I would been finest mates with Ellen’s boss, Senator Mike McCleary, for twenty years. We had been grad college students collectively on the Kennedy College, and by coincidence we served in the identical freshman class of Congress six years later.
When Ellen got here to city and took the job on Mike’s committee workers, he instantly warned me that she offered a transparent and current hazard to my standing as a bachelor. He mentioned that I ought to transfer quick, since she’d already drawn the eye of nearly all of the wealthy and highly effective single males on the Hill (in addition to a number of married Members of Congress, to not point out a couple of wealthy and highly effective girls).
However I dismissed the concept, even after assembly her. I will not present a litany of her bodily attributes — I will enable my readers to think about their very own preferrred mixture of hair, eyes, lips, boobs, ass and legs. Suffice it to say that I discovered Ellen completely gorgeous, and at thirty-two years of age, she was simply approaching the height of her sexual ripeness.
What impressed me much more than Ellen’s appears was her potential (extraordinarily uncommon amongst Washington girls) to keep up full management of any scenario she discovered herself in, with out exhibiting the least trace of vanity. As a lobbyist, I would lengthy been used to strolling into negotiations understanding much more about any subject than any of the Congressional workers specialists current. (Having my very own analysis workers of thirty Ivy League-educated attorneys helps.) However I might barely sustain with Ellen.
We crossed swords on many events. She thwarted me each time she felt that I used to be making an attempt pull a quick one on her Committee (which I did extra usually that I wish to admit), and the phrase “that fucking bitch” was identified to flee my lips on occasion. However I knew that she at all times acted in good religion. And even throughout heated arguments, she displayed a beautiful humorousness, which made robust negotiations a lot simpler to get by means of.
Most of all, I revered her integrity. She by no means feared to oppose me, even when she knew that I used to be simply going to persuade her boss to overrule her, after we shot our eighteen holes of golf the following day.
However, I by no means sought a romantic relationship together with her. My love life (or no less than my intercourse life) was already as difficult as I might handle.
The primary time I kissed her was about two years after she joined Senator McCleary’s workers, after a kind of lengthy working periods which can be the bread and butter of a Capitol Hill profession. We had been someplace within the bowels of the Dirksen Constructing, cleansing up the mess of amendments, and sub-amendments, and amendments to amendments, which our advert hoc working group had argued about for the earlier eleven hours. The day had been lengthy and acrimonious, and we had been exhausted.
We sat subsequent to one another at a protracted convention desk, which was coated in disorganized stacks of paper and half-empty containers of Thai meals, which seemed distinctly unappetizing within the room’s sickly inexperienced fluorescent lighting.
After which it simply… occurred. I do not know the way. One second it was “part two, paragraph three, line 4,” and the following, we had been going at it like weasels on ecstasy.
After that first kiss, we had been collectively practically on a regular basis. I do not recall ever asking Ellen on an precise date. It was at all times, “Hey, I am ravenous, let’s go get one thing to eat,” or “Hey, Congressman Jones cannot make it to the Nats sport tomorrow; you wish to go?” That form of factor. However earlier than I spotted what was occurring, a second toothbrush had appeared within the grasp rest room of my Kalorama townhouse, and Ellen’s garments took up the vast majority of the area in my huge walk-in closet.
Fortunately, she by no means expressed any curiosity about what was in my basement, the door to which I at all times stored locked.
We additionally simply form of fell into our Dominant/submissive dynamic. 5 – 6 months after our first kiss, she was on her arms and knees, with me fucking her arduous from behind, and I misplaced my grip on her backside. I introduced my hand up arduous to regain it, leading to an audible slap. To at the present time, I actually do not know whether or not I meant to spank her that evening or not.
Actually.
Had she reacted negatively, in fact, I would have merely apologized for shedding management of myself, and we would have carried on as earlier than. However within the occasion, she moaned and lowered herself to her elbows, elevating her ass in a transparent sign that she wished extra.
I did not hesitate.
Over the following few nights, I bought progressively rougher, pulling her hair as I pressured my cock into her mouth, or slapping her face and tits as I fucked her. I paid shut consideration to her reactions, not eager to screw up our relationship by crossing the road. However I by no means bought wherever close to the road.
On the fifth evening, I made a decision that it was time to make issues specific. After we bought residence from dinner, I pretended to be offended at one thing trivial she’d mentioned or achieved, and I started to criticize her sharply. She could not perceive why I used to be getting offended, particularly since I used to be well-known for by no means getting offended about something. However I did not give her an opportunity to consider it. I grabbed her by her hair, yanked her off the sofa, and took her over my knee.
She struggled a bit, most likely out of shock, however she stopped once I her gave ass a tough smack. She appeared to know my intent. Her physique relaxed, and as an alternative of defending herself in opposition to no matter nonsense I used to be accusing her of, she merely whimpered, “I am sorry.”
“I am sorry, what?” I requested, evenly however firmly.
“I am sorry, Sir,” she corrected herself with out hesitation.
“Superb. You aren’t to overlook subsequent time.” I hiked up her skirt, pulled down her pantyhose, and spanked her. I started with simply my fingers in fast, sharp snaps. After I paused after half a dozen swats, she repeated, “I am sorry, Sir,” which I took as a sign to proceed. I spanked her tougher and tougher, utilizing my entire hand. A number of dozen strokes later, she began blubbering, “I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry” over and over, and her ft kicked up involuntarily in what’s generally known as “the spanking dance.”
I finished, and he or she relaxed throughout my lap. I soothed her, stroking her hair and rubbing her heat, pink (quickly to be purple) backside. Her blubbering quieted, then changed into sighs of contentment. My contact grew increasingly more intimate, till I lastly inserted my center finger into her pussy, stroking her between the labia. She was soaking moist. She moaned, seemed again at me, and nodded.
We raced to the steps, stripping of our garments off on our technique to the bed room. In lower than a minute, we had been bare and fucking wildly, her on her again with me between her legs. Her want was uncontrolled, and I noticed that she wished me to manage it. She reached again and grabbed two spindles of the bedframe, whereas persevering with to maneuver her hips in opposition to mine. I slowed my movement inside her, and he or she checked out me nearly in desperation, exhibiting me what she wished together with her eyes.
With out breaking eye contact, I eliminated my cock from her pussy. “Shhhh… Do not transfer,” I mentioned.
She lay nonetheless, respiratory closely and gripping the bedframe tightly, whereas I discovered her pantyhose, the one appropriate object within the room. I shortly sure her wrists to the spindles, then knelt between her knees and began fondling her breasts and rubbing her nipples. She writhed and struggled for some time in opposition to her bonds, as if eager to really feel her personal helplessness.
Then she raised her pubic mound, wanting me once more. I re-entered her, and he or she got here in a short time. She got here a second time once I climaxed inside her a number of minutes later, then she went limp, panting, “Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Oh, my god.”
We lay nonetheless, kissing for a couple of moments, then I untied her wrists, my cock nonetheless inside her. I slid out solely after we lastly rolled onto our sides. I wrapped my arms round her trembling physique and held her tight, till her respiratory and heartbeat slowed to regular.
A short while later, she lay together with her head on my breast, one finger twirling my chest hair, and he or she mentioned, “I suppose we should always speak about that.”
“I suppose we should always,” I agreed. “Have you ever ever achieved it earlier than?”
“No,” she answered. “I’ve come shut a couple of instances, however… .”
“How did you find out about it?”
She laughed. “Nicely, there’s this new factor known as Google, which you would possibly wish to try.” I ought to have guessed. Ellen completely researched something that she was inquisitive about, so I needed to assume that she knew extra about BDSM than I did, no less than in idea. She continued, “Truthfully, although, I do not ever keep in mind a time once I did not fantasize about it.”
“Fantasize about what, precisely?” I requested.
“About shedding management. About feeling helpless and weak. Having a person take me. Pressure me. Nicely, probably not drive me, however… .”
“Positive, in fact. So no specific kinks or fetishes or no matter?” I continued to probe.
She shrugged. “I’ve watched numerous BDSM porn, and it is a blended bag,” She answered. “Some clips get me moist; some flip me off; some — meh. It is probably not what the man does, it is extra how he handles the lady. May I see myself wanting the man to take me, if I had been within the lady’s spot? ?”
“So it is the facility trade,” I mentioned, eager to make clear. “Not the kink.”
“Sure,” she agreed. “However primarily the belief wanted to make the facility trade work. It is difficult. Numerous guys have informed me that they are into it, however nobody that I would belief like that in 1,000,000 years. There was one man who I felt that I might belief, however he bought all bizarre once I tried to speak to him about it. Made me really feel like a pervert.”
“You are not a pervert,” I mentioned. “Do you belief me?”
“We’re right here, aren’t we?” she answered, wanting up at me and smiling. “Let’s put it this manner, I am keen to offer it a shot.”
“OK. However past the facility trade, are there specific belongings you’ve been inquisitive about? Belongings you would possibly wish to discover?”
Once more, she laughed. “That is the third time you’ve got requested me that. When you’re making some intelligent try to determine what sorts of kinky issues it is OK to attempt with me, then cease worrying. I will say it as clearly as I can: For so long as I determine to belief you, I offer you consent to do with me any damned factor you please.”
“OK,” I replied. “Nicely, if that is the case, then there’s one thing within the basement that I believe I ought to present you…”