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Soon to be divorced male looking for things that I couldn't get in my marriage. I was involved in BDSM in previous relationships, but never with my wife. While experienced in the past, most of my recent knowledge is admittedly book learning, but it's like riding a bike. I'm an adult webmaster who works with a lot of BDSM/fetish sites, and I'm wanting to explore more. I'm especially interested in Japanese Rope Bondage. I'm looking for someone who wants to explore and learn with me. Though primarily dominant, I can occasionally switch, since I willing to take what I dish out, though I am more willing to be a service oriented sub, than pain based. My ideal partner would be aggressive *and* submissive at the same time. I think the two most important things are honesty and communication.
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Hmmm... Turned 40 yesterday. Not really sure how I feel about it. Honestly, nothing is really different. I'm still attracted to younger women, always have been. Now if only they were attracted to me...
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Not that I'm immune to it, but I wish that intelligence, honesty, openess, etc, were more important to the opposite sex than looks.
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Fun stuff: talked to a lawyer today about finally filing for divorce. Now I've got plenty of papers to fill out. Guess it'll be my own release from bondage. :)
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Memories - Thinking back upon a scene that happened to me years ago.
I met this girl Star at a SCA camping event (sorta like a Ren Faire). We flirted quite a bit, then went our seperate ways. She was camped near by, but was there sharing a tent with her ex-husband. I woke up early the next morning (when camping I get up with the son). I got out of my tent to find her next to the tent she was suppose to be sharing with her ex. She was huddled under a thin blanet with a light chemise on, and no shoes (her feet were muddy). I practically dragged her into my tent, and put her between my still warm comforters, with instructions to leave her feet out.
I got a bowl, which I filled with warm water, and a couple of towels, and made my way back to my tent. She was huddled happily in the blankets, with just her feet sticking out. I proceeded to wash and dry, then massage her feet. She started moaning, and slid farther down so I could massage her legs. Now warm, she pushed off the comforter, and as I worked higher and higher on her legs she pulled up the chemise to expose more of the back of her legs. She ended up with her legs spread slightly, and the chemise around her waist.
I took this as an invitation, and started to stroke her between her legs. She buried her face in a pillow, but I could still hear her moaning. I ended up with two fingers inside her, then removed them. She started to look back at me, but I told her to come to her hands and knees. I grab a riding crop that I had nearby, and slid the slim handle inside her. She let out a small "oh my god" and started to rock back and forth, meeting my firm but gentle thrusts. A few minutes of this and she orgasmed, but I wouldn't stop thrusting in and out of her. She ekpt cumming, until she collapsed into the pillow again, and I removed the crop from her pussy. I covered her back up with the comforters, and left the tent so she could sleep.
I went and made breakfast for the group, and when she finally woke up a few hours later (clean and smiling) I gave her a plate of food, my number, and told her that she would call me when we both got back to town.
As soon as she got back to town, he called me and we set up a dinner date. On teh way to pick her up I stopped by and bought her a lacey green g-string (I had asked her what her favorite color was). When I picked her up I gave her the gift, and told her to go change into it, which she happily did.
When we got to the sushi restaurant and were seated I pulled a red scarf ut of my pocket and placed it on the edge of the table. She asked what that was for, and I told her it was what I was going to tie her up with later. She blushed (very nice on a pale, natural redhead) and lightly stroke the side of the scrf. We ordered and she asked if she could try a drink of sake, which I agreed to. After the food came, we ate for a bit and she had her drink. She she finished it I told her that since I had done something for her, she now had to go to the bathroom, remove the panties I had given her, and come back. Luckily she was wearing a skirt, which made it easy when she scampered off to the bathroom without another word. She returned to the table, handed me the slightly moist panties, and said "Yes, Sir" before sitting back down. We finished our meal and returned to my truck.
Oh course, with the evening going so well, my truck wouldn't start. She decided to call one of her roommates for a ride, and while we waited, she sat on a low wall, just off one of the main downtown streets. Feeling a bit adventurous, I spread her legs and stood between them as traffic sped by. I started to grind against her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, in full view of anyone speeding by. I backed off slightly, then quickly slipped two fingers inside her, and brought her off quickly, to the cheers of four teenage guys who had stopped at the light we were next to. She blushed, and buried her head in my shoulder as I waved to the guys pulling away.
Our ride showed up a few minutes later, and once back her her place the scarf was brough into play, but that is a story for another time...
Control - the ultimate aphrodesiac.
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I've been thinking about 'respect' for a while. A lot of supposed doms demand respect from their subs, from the start. I think true respect is something that needs to be earned, not just given freely. I'll treat anyone with respect, until they give me a reason not to. But to truly earn my respect you need to show me you are worthy of it, be you dom or sub.
As one young lady on here mentioned, would you just walk up to on the street and call them a slut or a whore? If not, why would you approach a sub here and do the same? I can understand doing that after you have gotten to know each other and it is part of your roleplaying/relationship, but until that is established, treat them with respect.
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Wondering...
Why on so many personals sites are people not polite, and at least acknowledge when you have emailed them. I understand that most women get flooded with emails from guys, but at long as the personal isn't rude in their email, does it take that long to respond even with a "sorry, not interesed" note? I've been hit on by gay men, and while I'm not interested, I'm at least flattered that they took the time to write me.
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