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| It was in my college years. I was one of the volunteer tutors. After a couple of math tutoring sessions with a particular student (she was in her mid 40s), I was invited to her house for a barbeque to which I agreed. It was Saturday afternoon and I arrived a bit late with a bottle of wine. Someone else opened the door, younger and thin built. Her daughter paying a visit on Spring break from college (she was about 19). It was just the three of us and I helped with the grill. It was a delicious meal. The bottle was half empty between the three of us. The conversation was loose. Both were very easy to converse with. I was enjoying myself. It got only better.
Both had reveling dress; the mother's tits were on the larger side and almost flashed a couple of times when bending over. The daughter had micro shorts. Barely covering her pussy when she sat legs apart. I had this gut (really based on the sequence of events) feeling something was being staged. I frequently found my self staring either on the mother's chest or where the daughter's legs meet. All sorts of thoughts ran through my mind and all of them were very twisted in nature.
We took our drinks and went into the house to watch a movie they had rented (remember, I said felt like it was staged?). We were on the second bottle of wine. We all felt even looser. I took a seat on the couch while the mother went into the kitchen to bring some chips while the daughter setup the movie. It was a three-sitter couch but kind of narrow, but they managed to sit to my right and left. I reached out to the treat on the table as a resort to make myself relax and start crunching, and asked what the movie was (hoped it wasn't a chick flick but I really didn't care). A few minutes into the movie, the mother reached out behind my shoulders and began to massage the back of my neck. It sent an electric shock, in literal term! I mean I had my suspicious but when it actually happened, I was caught off guard. I wasn't sure how to respond; to say something or do something. I certainly didn't want it to stop. What made it more complicated was her daughter's presence. How would the daughter react if I was to respond to the mother's initiation. Again, there were many signs that I had picked up both were in for it. I was never shy around women but the mother/daughter duet was the first. It just felt different. Nonetheless, nature of the beast took over logic and I placed my hand on the mother's thigh and firmly squeezed it. Still wasn't looking her way. Eyes were fixed on the screen but the mind was busy deciding what to do next. I added more pressure and moved my hand higher. Although what I was doing was apparent to the daughter, there was no reaction from her. My hands went up further and pulled her leg toward me to make room for my fingers. I felt a new growth of public hair. I tilted my head toward the mother but didn't say anything. My body was full of raging energy but had to be careful how I express it. Didn't want to freak her out by man-handling her. I pushed her other leg away to which she responded by spreading them as far apart as needed. She had an enormous labia and looked kind of dark for a white woman (later learned she was Mediterranean descent). I split the lips apart and began to massage the clit in a circular motion. She looked down at her pussy for a moment and looked side ways and instructed her daughter to take her short off and stand in front of us and observe. She complied with her hands folded behind her back.
That was how my genesis to BDSM began...
I offer structure, rules, guidance, stability, discipline, safety, generosity, protection, comfort (physical as well as emotional), mental growth and stimulation, logic, and experience. I choose solution over complaint. Needless to say, I have rules and expectations by which you are expected to live by. Rules will be enforced via various disciplinary measures. I value micromanagement as basic necessity to maintain water tight household. I expect you to value yourself as faithful, loyal, able and eager to learn and unlearn, rightfully docile, have the best intention at heart, know and accept your place. Be the girl who defies the boundaries society attempts to chain you with.
My physical appearance is never disappointing. I am gainfully employed professional and always strive to enhance myself in all aspects of life. I'm healthy and keep myself physically active.
P.S If you identify yourself as a slave although confused enough to list 'hard limits' on your profile, take a deep breath and urgently find an experienced mentor.
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It's mind boggling the magnitude of fakes on this website.
On a separate note, I chose not to post my picture, not to conceal my identity but to avoid others from rudely steal it and post it somewhere else. Yes, people here are sick (and not in BDSM term).
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| Age: 31 |
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