The Spinster's Exploits

The slightly batty, very ordinary looking septuagenarian spinster was very pleased with her latest idea – that should keep her safe she thought. 

She was missing vanilla and also the shallow end of BDSMland where she had loved to paddle in the past and more recently just in her fantasies. 

Yes – she was  really missing her lovely toyboy who had kept her very happy throughout the Dreaded Disease and since. He was a fabulous lover and knew all about her paddles not to mention the canes and rulers and he had happily obliged. It was, however, more her thing than his. He’d enjoyed the paddling but she suspected he enjoyed the transgression of it along with having a very willing pensioner who responded so enthusiastically to his wonderful inventiveness. It was not the same as playing with someone who shared her kink but was still fun and very satisfying. She really did love good vanilla and he was very good at it.  And they had a lovely time – mainly  in ‘NillaLand – until family stuff and practicalities took him away from her. 

When the spinster turned seventy she decided she’d go to the movies more often, see more of old friends and find a lover (or more). She was a happy polyamorist although she hadn’t really done much about it since before the Dreaded Disease. She was no longer sure the best way to find lovers now  – for the last couple of decades her lovers had all been connections made online. Her old spanky site where she had sometimes meandered had disappeared and the dating sites all seemed to be swipey now which didn’t suit her at all. She loved profiles but they seemed to be a thing of the past.

The spinster sighed. She thought she’d just ask the Universe and any goddesses out there to please send her a lover and then she had a think. She considered telling everyone she knew to please put her in touch with any interesting single or polyamorist men they knew. And she did still get the odd message off that BDSM site on which she still had a profile… It wouldn’t hurt to just be slightly active there as well, she thought. 

Now the spinster hates to be a stereotype but despite a certain ability with the Interweb, she is quite technically challenged although she hates admitting it. It seems that her Internet Provider had decided she shouldn’t visit that BDSM site so any activity there and responding to messages was a bit of a challenge. She knew it was a settings thing but didn’t know how to fix it. She realised she could access the site outside the range of her baleful Internet Provider – she figured Data Roaming cared less about her morals but it was all a bit of a pain. She didn’t really want to engage with the site in the caff or her car… Luckily, her brain kicked in and she tried disconnecting her Internet signal at home and Data Roaming happily let her play from the comfort of her sofa. 

The Spinster added a couple of discreet pics to her profile to show she was alive and kicking and was delighted to hear from three men…

The first man was very young. But they exchanged pics and he assured her that she was genuinely just his type… His pic was so amazing she had her doubts but didn’t want to be distrustful. And he was keen to meet so why not… And he said how he’d really wanted to send intimate pics despite her saying they did nothing for her… and then he sent them anyway! As the young man then disappeared she assumed he was just somebody who wanted to send dick pics to an old lady and was mildly amused and put it down to experience. 

The second man sent a nice message and had an interesting profile. She liked the sound of him so she sent a nice message back. The following day she awoke to an avalanche of messages where he was imaging what they could do together. She tried to calm him down and explained that although he assured her he wasn’t a Mad Axe Murderer she did need to meet him somewhere safe and public but she was definitely interested. By now he’d got himself into a bit of a frenzy and from what he’d said, she suspected the Dreaded Disease had taken its toll on his social life and opportunities. He seemed overwhelmed by the possibility of both opportunity and disappointment and she did actually understand and was happy to meet him. Sadly he decided he’d blown it and disappeared into The Ether. 

The third man seemed more a fully paid-up member of BDSMland than her, but did seem interested. While he visited places that didn’t interest her, he also liked some of the places she did. They exchanged pics of the respectable kind and were happy with what they saw. So once again  she sought reassurances that he wasn’t a Mad Axe Murderer and she said she’d be happy to meet him somewhere safe and public to see if there was the possibility of something happening. 

The Spinster was delighted to meet this attractive stranger and they had a lovely chat. They both expressed an interest in developing things and the ball was in her court. But he made sure she knew what he’d like to do to her and she let him know she was keen and would like to do those things as well but first she’d need to feel safe and meet again in public. She got the impression he thought she should just trust him. After all he said he wasn’t a Mad Axe Murderer!

They tried to arrange another get together but it was all a bit rushed and last minute as their first encounter had been. The Spinster decided she’d prefer a little planning this time. He agreed to let her know when he had more time for a proper get together. And then she received a very flattering message saying what he’d like to do to her.

Once again, she like that idea and said so, but explained that although he said he wasn’t a Mad Axe Murderer (and she really didn’t think he was) she was still concerned about keeping herself safe and had always exchanged phone numbers and car registrations with potential lovers before being alone with them. 

He seemed to think this concern for her safety meant The Spinster didn’t really want to play and couldn’t be really interested in a ‘no strings attached’ relationship! She assured him otherwise and he decided that he trusted her but she didn’t trust him and he was passing by her town later that day and if she trusted him with her address they could have a lovely time. The fact that The Spinster had no idea where he lived and could only contact him via BDSMland seemed immaterial. And it would seem that The Spinster’s lack of trust was the only impediment to their  mutual ecstasy…