The Spinster's Exploits

Back in the days when I was attempting to meet potential romantic and sexual partners online, my straight, vanilla male friend was also challenged by the search for a partner. He was the second person I “came out” to and was my best male friend at the time of the whole agonising process of me coming to terms with my kink.

Hard to remember those pre-internet porn days when “The Secretary” was a shocker and “Fifty Shades” did not exist. Spankos – with whom I exchanged views online and even got to meet at munches – seemed quite paranoid. And with good reason – The horrid “News of the Screws” could destroy your public standing and being “kinky” could bring shame and humiliation and cost you your job – directly or through the mortification of exposure if you didn’t leave. So the kink closet seemed a safe place despite some braving life out of the closet.

Anyway – to my surprise I was befriended by a number of sub men as we simply got on well online and in person. And I did learn a lot from them. My BMF and I used to joke about me taking one on to do my household chores and gardening – and then sending said sub round to his for more work! I could not imagine inflicting pain, but I was sure I could be bossy and learn to humiliate. It was a private joke, and no sub was harmed by our silliness.

I am still amused by how much fun it is to actual hit and tease my delightful Subby Established-lover-etc… and I do enjoy the power. And getting my hands on the Spiritual Elf was also very rewarding.

And along with household tasks I had thought more seriously about a sub man as a sex slave pandering to my whims. And since having a gorgeous SELetc in my life the idea has grown – just a case of taking control in these wonderful switchy times.

So –  Said SELetc had been to a High Protocol event where he and other subs served, obeyed and entertained Goddesses and Dominatrixes and where he had a wonderful time. So I thought perhaps I should take advantage/test his skills… he’d given foot massages, but nothing more as that would not have been appropriate. But I decided a full body massage on me was quite acceptable. His foot massage was excellent as was his whole-body massage to my back.

And his attention to my front was outstanding! As was the resulting orgasm.

Now, Dear Reader – as you may recall I am seventy-one and memory plays odd tricks, even when not complicated by age – but my weekend with him is somewhat hazy. I know I thought it a brilliant idea if he bound me up and played with me – and it was! But I can’t remember if that was part of the massage session or a separate one! But the experience itself of being bound by him was fabulous and memorable! I liked being at his mercy, but trusting him to give pleasure and just the right amount of teasing and frustration – and he did. And licking his fingers while in my bonds, after a thorough stroking of my cunt was seriously hot as was vibing myself to orgasm under his charge afterwards

And I did have enormous fun putting him in nipple clamps and eliciting the deepest groans as I played havoc with the pinwheel all over him – including cock and balls.

His memory may well be better than mine, but I know that I had an amazing time and am loving my switchy spicy vanilla adventures.