(story continues from Widow, Corset, Ropes, Submission Part 6: Frustration x 10) Part 7: A Respite of Sorts or Dinner Was Much More Than I Bargained For I never thought I would survive the unsatisfied cravings running amok in my mind and body. On one hand I hated her for torturing and teasing me and leaving me unfulfilled. On the other hand, deep inside me, I loved everything she did to me. ...
Part One I had been a widow for nearly four years when I met Jerry at my niece’s wedding in Middletown, NY. We sat next to each other during the reception and although we didn’t seem to have all that much in common I found myself quickly liking him and did not hesitate to give him my telephone number when it was time to leave. I had not dated anyone since my husband’s passing (we were married for twenty eight years) but I felt so comfortable with Jerry, and despite the fact that he lives in Middletown, NY and I am in New York City (about an hour and half drive) I did hope he would call. ...
(story continues from Widow, Corset, Ropes, Submission) Part 2: Moored On A Yacht On Wednesday Jerry called to let me know that he was going to take me to a sea food restaurant on City Island and that after dinner, if I would like, we would borrow a friend’s boat and take a short cruise around the bay. I told him I’d never been on a boat but thought it sounded exciting and was looking forward to it. ...
(story continues from Widow, Corset, Ropes, Submission Part 2: Moored On A Yacht) Part 3: Waist Knot Want Knot Recently I was asked to talk about the corsets I now have and rather than continuing on a particular time line of events that I thought I would follow for my story I’ve decided to jump a bit ahead so that I might please the gentleman (who asked). It was nearly a year after I started seeing Jerry when he took me to a store in Manhattan to buy me something special. By this time I had already begun to wear stockings, garters, lacy bras and camisoles when I see Jerry (this is one of his requirements/demands) and I also have to wear fairly tight skirts, blouses and four inch ankle strap heels (he sometimes lets me wear 3" or 3 ½" heels). The only exceptions to these rules are when he has plans that require me to wear something other than a skirt (for example, an activity that wearing jeans would be more appropriate, such as going to a park for a picnic). However, even when I am wearing jeans or slacks I still must wear stockings. Pantyhose are not permitted. Another little foible of his is that I must always wear either high cut or thong panties. Now this may not sound like a very big deal to most but you must understand that, to me, it is. ...
(story continues from Widow, Corset, Ropes, Submission Part 3: Waist Knot Want Knot) Part 4: Vibrators from Heaven and Hell The first time Jerry gagged me he used a big red ball that was strapped tight behind my neck. When he showed it to me I was already tied fairly simply; hands behind my back, ankles and knees tied together and lots of rope wrapped around my waist, thighs and crisscrossed over and between my breasts securing me to my kitchen chair. The gag looked enormous but Jerry told me to “open wide” and after some slight struggle managed to get the damn thing behind my teeth before tightening the straps. There was no way the ball was coming out and as I tried to talk I discovered that I could make some words sort of comprehensible but others not so well. ...
(story continues from Widow, Corset, Ropes, Submission Part 4: Vibrators from Heaven and Hell) Part 5: Not in Kansas any More About two years ago while surfing on the internet I came across several articles/sites pertaining to “munches” that specifically dealt with bondage relationships. I really had no idea that people could actually meet this way and so, with my curiosity peeked, I did some more research and found a munch, in Manhattan, that I could go to without too much trouble after work. ...
(story continues from Widow, Corset, Ropes, Submission Part 5: Not in Kansas any More) Part 6: Frustration x 10 Slowly Sheila began to relax and after opening her legs, releasing the pressure on the sides of my face, she gently began to stroke my hair. I didn’t know what to do so I kept kissing and licking her puss. When she told me to stop she held my face against her puss (gently) and while (we) rested I was taking in her scent, and feeling her wetness on my lips, nose, chin and cheeks. In that brief instant I felt happy. Happy that I had pleased her and happy to serve her. ...