During our conversations I learned much about Sarah.
She is married and has beautiful daughters.
Her husband is a good man and husband.
She works hard.
She doesn’t worry about the future.
She is a romantic.
She has a deep belief in God and the Bible.
She is very organized.
Even a little OCD.
She only had one boyfriend before she met her husband.
She remembers him fondly.
As a rule, I don’t sleep well.
Sometimes I will lie in the backseat of my car and nap just to make it through the work day.
On one particular day I IM’d Sarah saying I was tired.
She responded “What can I do for you?”
Without thinking I said “Let me lie my head in your lap while I nap.”
She said, “I would like that.”
We got into my car and drove to the waterfront.
In the back seat she sat and I lay in her lap.
It was heaven.
Heaven, just because of the physical contact.
She sat for 90 minutes without moving so I could sleep comfortably.
I knew I had to make her mine.
My submissive. “My Sarah.”
I planned out what I wanted to do to make her mine.
On a typical morning we met in a conference room to talk.
When she sat down I asked her to move her chair in front of mine.
I told her to relax and don’t react until I am done.
I took a six foot red silk sash and slowly wrapped it around her hands.
I wanted her to feel the silk moving across her skin.
To engage her senses so she would remember this moment.
She watched me intently as I bound her.
I placed my right hand over her two and bound myself to her.
My heart was racing.
I told her how I loved her.
I promised her I would always be truthful with her.
I promised her that if someday we were both free to marry I would make her mine.
I will take responsibility for her and her family.
I will do everything and anything to make her happy.
Lastly I said that I did not expect her to respond or make any promise in return.
Making a promise for reciprocity is not a promise.
We are, in my mind, married.
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After the red silk sash promise our relationship changed.
We touched more often.
We lingered longer.
The subjects we discussed turned more intimate.
Sarah talked a lot about her first boy friend.
He was very spontaneous and mildly dominant.
He pulls her into his arms for a kiss.
He pins her down on the bed with his body as his hands roam to her most intimate locations.
Sarah speaks of this wistfully.
While I knew she was submissive to her husband as a proper wife should be, I did not know how submissive she really was.
In one particular conversation she said that her husband was very gentle in bed.
Nothing like her boyfriend.
While she does her marital duty she does not enjoy her husbands gentle way.
I mentioned that I am quite dominant in relationships.
She flushed, deeply.
At that moment I knew she isn’t just a dutiful wife.
She isn’t a mild submissive.
She craved complete submission.
She missed having a man dominate her.
I could barely contain myself at this realization.
I had found someone I love, trust and respect who needed to be dominated.
Sarah wanted me to dominate her.
I wanted very much to fulfill that need.
To be her “Sir!”
Shortly after this realization we were meeting for lunch.
I IM’d her telling her where to meet me.
She replied ‘Yes Sir!’
That phrase makes my heart race and my blood boil.
I said, “Do not say that to me unless you mean it.”
Her reply was simply, “Understood.”
In hind sight I believe she was trying to draw me in.
She was inviting me to dominate her.
To be the man responsible for her happiness and well being.
It was an exciting day.
The next morning I took extra silk ties with me and put them in my car.
When we arrived at the waterfront, I put her in the back seat and without a word, bound her hands with a silk tie.
She did not say anything.
She just watched, unmoving, as I bound her hands.
We discussed bondage and what aspect of it each of us liked.
The next day I bound her hands again and used the second tie to bind her ankles.
She said, “You can touch me in any way you like.”
I did.
For the next hour my hands and lips roamed her body.
Touching her everywhere over her clothes.
Later running my hands up under her full length skirt up to her thighs.
She felt incredible beneath my hands.
I squeezed her amazing ass with my hands and was delighted by the softness of her skin.
She was breathing hard and the aroma coming from between her thighs was sweet and musky. So inviting.
I could not resist any longer.
I flipped her over, face down, with her ass in the air.
I place my left hand between her shoulders.
I placed my right hand into the small of her back.
I put the full weight of my body down onto her back and ass and began thrusting. Hard!
Being fully dressed was frustrating.
But it was mild compared to the pleasure of my dominance over her.
No more dancing around the topic.
Just my body dominating her.
Her will submitting to mine without a thought.
I was in heaven.
We started openly discussing having a D/s relationship.
We both wanted it.
But we are both married with children.
There would have to be ground rules.
Neither one of us wanted to hurt our spouses or destroy our families.
We agreed to only be D/s in private.
Agreed that our vanilla lives have to take priority over our D/s lives to maintain our secret.
To maintain the vanilla illusion.
Far from perfect.
But very very good all the same.
Sarah set only one rule: no intercourse.
We jokingly refer to it as “The Bottom Line.”
I dance all over that line.
She is helpless beneath me.
I could cross the line anytime I want.
But she trusts me completely.
I would not be her “Sir!” if I broke that trust.
I respect her.
I do not cross.
到底了
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