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She Was a Nurse from Denver

At least that's what she told me the first time we talked on the phone. We had first made contact about 2 weeks earlier on one of the IRC BDSM channels. And that first phone conversation was memorable. You could feel her intense sexuality, her excited state in the tone of her voice, her words. A soft dreamy voice, words spoken softly, almost like in a dream..as the sounds came floating over the wires.

She was a nurse, with absolutely no prior experience in kink. She only knew she wanted some.....badly. She had received my name from a mutual friend and this friend had told her I was a 'nice guy'. So here we were.

I could feel her desire even over the phone and I was careful not to let the talk get too carried away. Years previously I has asked a sub lady friend from Rochester, one I had played with a few times, why I was getting stood up so much. "My God, Gerry' was her reply. 'Don't you realize what you do to these women!? You get them so turned on with your talks it scares them. Tone it down a bit' she said with a smile. So I did. Or at least, I tried.

Brenda was the Denver lady's name and given the fact that she had already received good references on me she was ready to play. That was a nice change from the game players and analyze until paralyzed that made up too much of the American scene. It was just a matter of our getting to know each other and my finding what it was she wanted, and needed. Not always the same.

So we talked for a bit and I explained some of the play we could do...and as I did I could hear her....she sounded like she was melting.....it was a very languid ... liquid sound. I spoke a bit about how wonderful it was for a lady to discover that her desires did not make her crazy, that she could be as wild and slutty as she liked and be encouraged not discouraged in doing so. I talked a bit about what I call a buffet style of play, sampling different possibilities....noting which ones rang her bell...and note them for further exploration.

I kept the conversation reasonably short and we did not speak for another week. The next time I had Brenda on the phone it sounded like she had just emerged from Woody Allen's Orgasmatron. The burning desire, a fever pitch of wanton, extreme arousal was even more evident in her voice. She told me that she had been in a state of almost constant arousal since our last conversation. I took that as a good sign. She told me she had to change her panties under her nurse's outfit 3 times a day as they would just get soaked. She once tried not wearing any but found herself dripping on the floor. I remembered the advice of my Rochester lady friend but I didn't think there was much I could do at this point to tone things down. So we started planning on a date for her to fly in and cum visit.

In the interim we talked some more. I have a series of questions I ask which I have found over the years give me a good picture, if answered honestly, of where the lady is, where she would like to go and some of what she enjoys and would most likely be amenable to try. So by the time she flew in I had a pretty good picture of at least the basics. I met her at the airport and this was in the days before TSA so I was at the gate.

There she was...about 5:8, brunette, big brown eyes and a nice figure. A hug, a greeting, then we turned to walk towards baggage claim and I noticed she was staring at me. I glanced over and asked her in a friendly tone why she was staring. Her reply? 'You look so normal!!!" I understood and jokingly asked her if she expected me to have horns. This was her first exposure to some one in kink so she really didnt know what to expect.

This is what I knew. I knew that she had strong needs. That part didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out. In fact, I felt that these needs were most likely stronger than even she knew. So the challenge was to explore that possibility without traumatizing a newbie. This went down much earlier in my time in kink and I had then and still have now a firm belief in starting off slowly..not moving too fast too quickly.. Because you could always crank it up. And that was much preferable to too much too soon. And I have to admit at that time, I did not have a lot of experience with someone whose needs had her changing her panties 3 times a day. Her needs were strong. Exactly how strong would bear itself out.

So we are back at the hotel....talked for a bit....then it was obvious we both needed to get that first orgasm
out of the way, so after blindfolding her and asking her to place her hands behind her head I did an inspection of all her secret places, then laid her down on the bed and took her doggy style. Yes, I know. Not much ceremony...maybe not much sensuality. We were more like 2 dogs in heat so it was fitting that I first took her doggy stye.

Her body was VERY warm, almost hot to the touch and her pussy clamped down on my cock as I slid it in. Interesting. Within seconds she was cumming...or..something. I wasn't at first quite sure what was happening. First her rosebud started prolapsing, a first for me. Then she started twisting, left and right, up and down, back and forth..like a horse trying to buck me off. I grabbed her hair with both hands and roughly slammed her down on to my cock and she let out a scream that I was sure would have the cops banging at the door. Her body became rigid even as it contorted. Part of her seemed to be trying to throw me off, the other part slamming herself against me. Truly a higher order orgasm. Her pussy was grasping me, milking me. Yes, it was nice. I was literally drained. Brenda lay there moaning that she was my whore, my cunt.

So we both showered and got ready to go out to dinner. I brought out a set of clover clamps. I was learning that Brenda had strong needs for both sensation and humiliation training done properly. I placed the very tight clover clamps on her nipples and she groaned and murmured 'Lovely!'. I explained that most ladies could only tolerate those clamps, if they could wear them at all, for only a few minutes. Brenda wanted to wear them out to dinner. But that would not have worked as the sheer evening dress she was to wear would have too easily exposed those clamps.

So I removed those clamps and instead slid one battery operated vibrating egg in her pussy and one in her ass. This was before the days of wireless and the the eggs had a common wire that ran to a remote control and I gave Brenda that control to hang onto. On the drive to the restaurant I asked her for the remote and flicked it on and off a few times to make sure it was working. It was. Once in the restaurant, I told Brenda to lay the remote control down on the table and she did as asked. I could see her face and upper chest beginning to flush and I knew that the thought of folks seeing that control with a wire than ran under her dress really turned her on.

The waiter came over to introduce himself and take our drink orders. I feinted a reach for the control and saw Brenda visibly flinch. When the waiter returned to take our dinner orders I did reach over and flicked the remote on high. Now both eggs were rapidly vibrating in her ass and pussy. Brenda immediately froze, then flushed hard and began to speak in what sounded like Swedish. The waiter looked at me confused as Brenda gripped the table. 'I'll order for her' I said and placed both orders. It was obvious to anyone watching that Brenda was either suffering a fit or cumming. And she WAS cumming very hard. Breathless after that escapade, she told me that it was both the sensation of the eggs as well as being so obviously out in the open with folks being able to see her orgasm that pushed her over the edge really quick. It was a fun dinner as I intermittently flicked the controls on and off.

The restaurant was a supper club and there were two local groups who were to play that evening, Fat and Clean Living. Both had achieved some small measure of success nationally on college radio and the (then) underground FM market. I had Brenda remove the eggs and replace the one in her pussy with 2 heavy stainless steel Ben Wa balls. She had no panties on and her task for the remainder of the evening out was to keep those heavy Ben Wa balls in her tightly clenched pussy. Good exercise. Good training.

Again it was obvious that the sensation of the moving balls rubbing against each other and the accompanied vibrations were maintaining Brenda in a state of high arousal. We were on the hardwood parquet dance floor when Clean Living broke into their one nationwide hit at the time, a fast polka called 'In Heaven There Is No Beer'. As I had no idea how to do a polka we were both just bopping around having fun when....CLACK! ....CLACK!!! ...CLACK!!! The distinct sound of one of the Ben Wa balls having slipped out and hitting the hardwood floor and bouncing away. It was so loud you could hear it above the music from the large speakers just feet away. Brenda's face again flushed, she fell against me and again the combination of physical and psychological sensation had her cumming again. I was beginning to think that this was one of those lucky ladies who could spend a great amount of time on the precipice of orgasm. Like teetering in a small craft on the very edge of Niagara falls, easily pushed over. Lucky girl.

So I had discovered that Brenda had strong needs for pain, sensation and humiliation. But I also knew she was brand new. I resolved to keep things dialed down a bit as I knew we could always crank it up in future sessions. In retrospect, that was a mistake.

Back at the hotel room I had Brenda strip naked, then stripped naked myself. I had decided to give her a task. I blindfolded her and slipped a dog collar around her neck with leash. Lubricated her rosebud and slid a good sized butt plug in place. The butt plug had a furry tail on it. I got her into position, on her hands and knees.

I then began to flog her. Brenda had a task. She was to find my cock using only her mouth. But it didn't take long to realize that this was a task that would be extremely difficult for her. I continued to flog her naked, kneeling form. I had no intention of making things more difficult for her by moving around etc. After all, I wanted my cock in her mouth. So I stood still, one hand holding her leash, the other flogging her. Then I began to play to her humiliation needs, but ever so gently.

I began to call her sexy names, my slut, my cumslut, my personal whore and on and on. Quickly a light sheen broke out over Brenda's body. She was literally hot, and her movements, such as they were, indicated she was tumbling over one orgasmic waterfall after another. While it was extremely pleasurable for her, she was unable to get my cock in her mouth as she was cumming so hard and so constantly she could not open her mouth.

The rest of the evening was filled with much of the same. Both of us sharing needs and desires and having those needs and desires addressed nicely. It became clear that Brenda was a pain and humiliation slut and there were additional incidents of fucking her doggy style while I laid into her with with heavy floggers and straps. She was ecstatic about the experience, which really rang my bell.

It was 2 weeks after her return to Denver that I gave her a call. And I learned that I had most likely erred in starting slow. "I'm not allowed to speak to any Doms" she said, 'My Master won't allow it and I am moving to Florida to be with him next week". I had to smile though I suspect it was a rather sardonic smile. The experience had so motivated Brenda to get more deeply involved in BDSM, that she had met a Dom online, quit her job and in the space of less than 2 weeks had decided to move to Florida to join him. I didn't even get a thank you :)

Such is life.

One of my favorite activities with the right lady is giving her a tantric/sexual massage. You can get many different definitions of what constitutes a tantric massage. If you don't like my use of the term tantric substitute the word sexual and lets move on.

When I do one it goes down in the following sequence:

1) Relax
2) Concentrate
3) Release

1. Relax: First, I use the knowledge of anatomy and physiology gained through extensive study and years of experience as a US Army Master Fitness Train the Trainer and ISSA Certified Weight Trainer. I use that knowledge to slowly work to release the tension that has accumulated in the various parts of the body. That tension can accumulate just about anywhere but is most commonly found in the shoulders, shoulder blades, scalp, neck and jawline, lower back and hamstrings.

You ignore nothing. Taking the time to even give each toe a gentle stretch and massage as well as the soles of the feet.

This is done slowly. You intentionally want to give the (correct) impression that there is no rush so that the subject can relax and let go. You will stay in this stage as long as it takes to get the subject to relax, totally, completely.

2.) Concentrate: Next you want to work towards concentrating heat, energy, chi, whatever you like to call it, in the erogenous zones of the subject. That involved massaging towards those zones. LIke when massaging the legs, you use both hands on one leg and slowly and methodically squeeze the legs to push the chi in the leg upwards towards the crotch. You do the same with the back, buttocks and etc

A movement I like here on the ass cheeks is to massage the buttocks in a circular motion, top down and out, which has the added effect of stimulating the clit.

3) Now the fun part. The subject is relaxed but is at the same time a coiled spring. The body is like a Tesla coil at this point, bristling with sexual energy that has been concentrated in erogenous zones. You now begin initially slow, methodical, rhythmic actions that slowly but steadily build in pressure and tempo which typically results in encouraging the subject to let go , and fly.

This is crucial. If the preceding steps have been done correctly, the goal at this point is to reduce the subject to her elementals. If you remember the Paddy Chayefsky book 'Altered States' thats what we are shooting for. A return to the most elemental, the most primitive (Jim Morrison referred to it as 'reptilian') portions of our beings.

The actions taken at this point to produce orgasms (and many, many of them) allow the subject to be literally transformed into the equivalent of a human, orgasm. If the subject is female, she becomes a living, breathing cunt, totall focused on the current, the past and the future orgasms.

Time stops and they are suspended in a waterfall of pleasurable sensation so extreme it can render them speechless, unable to communicate in anything but a primal manner. And at this point she is totally in touch with her inner slut. Fun to watch.

It doesn't get much better.

A lot of work? Yes it is. Tantric/sexual massages can easily last an hour or more.

But the results are worth it.

I like this video as an example. Can a purist argue that its not tantric? Maybe. Think the lady cares ? :)

Orgasms begin about halfway through :)

http://xhamster.com/movies/1525572/massage_27.html

My response is simple.

1. It was their party. I was a guest. I was primarily an observer only.
2. This was Germany not the US. They do things differently there and frankly would not care if we liked it or not.
3. I was not about to tell them they were doing it wrong. :)

It remains to this day one of the wildest experiences of my life. "Relax...don't do it...." :)>

And with that ...

The Initiation

A warm summer day in Hanau, West Germany, 1985.

I was told I had a phone call and when I went to the CQ desk it was my German girlfriend, Amy. She asked me if I wanted to go to a private party that night. It was in Wurzburg and it was a special party. It was to be an initiation for a new female member of a BDSM group.

I had developed an interest in Ds in my senior year in high school. In a reaction to the absurd rules and regulations in place in school at the time I began voraciously reading erotica of all sorts. It was mostly Grove Press stuff, Lady Chatterly's Lover, lots of Henry Miller. Then I stumbled upon the Story of O. That was all she wrote. I found the story of the training and use of the lovely O so incredibly exciting I knew this was where my future lie.

Now this being the 'Bob and Carol and Ted and Alice' period of sexual liberation in western Massachusetts, it wasn't that hard to find some willing playmates equally interested in exploring the synergies possible in BDSM. But it was essentially light play. Somewhat clumsy explorations on the fringes of Ds land, and little more.

But this should be interesting. Germany was a land of contrasts. Long, dark dresses on the ladies in the Bavarian winter but full frontal nudity on television. Strict standards of behavior and conduct but the married ladies took off their wedding rings and almost anything went during Fasching, the pre-Lenten German carnival.

And I knew from a quick perusal of the German news stands and bookstores that pretty much anything went as far as name your fetish was concerned. The German Ds scene was wild, open, accessible, real, up close and personal...and at least in the mid 1980's thankfully without the online Ds game-playing now endemic to the US scene.

I knew Amy had a kinky side. One day we were walking along a riverside on a beautiful summer day when she grabbed my hand, dragged me up an almost hidden trail farther into the woods and then dropped to the ground and demanded that I take her there....anally. So here I was taking Amy from behind, pile driving my cock into her tight little asshole, using her hair like the reins of a horse and sounding like a grizzly bear with a deep sub-woofer like growl when I came...hard.

Yes, this party was going to be interesting. It went without saying that without Amy's presence, there was no way an American, an "Ami' in German slang, would be allowed in. We showed up at this very nice home in an obviously upscale neighborhood 15 minutes after the scheduled start time.The houses were large, wide and flat, on only on or two split levels.

I noticed right away that the cars parked in the area were not cheap. Top of the line Mercedes and Beemers mostly. As we walked in we found ourselves in a huge foyer, as big as many great rooms I've seen. There were three low marble coffee table like things with pillows on them and many towels strewn about.

The host came out and in rapid fire German said that everybody had to get nude, totally nude. Purses, wallets and other valuables were locked away and guarded.
I didn't expect to HAVE to get nude but figured 'when in Rome' and stripped down.
Next the ladies, and there were some VERY nice ladies there, were asked to lie down on the pillows on the coffee tables. Amy was one of them. Towels were carefully slid under their butts and I knew the fun was about to begin. For each lady two guys gently lifted and spread their legs and these three other guys came out with something in their hands.

I didn't even know what they were called back then. I've since learned that they were pastry bags. And they were filled with half formed lime green jello. Sliding the nozzle into each lady's pussy, the guys began to squeeze the chilly substance into each pussy. The ladies squealed and wiggled. The pastry bags were removed and the ladies were told to hold onto the jello. 'Easy for you to say' Amy replied.

Suddenly, very quickly 6 guys ran out. Each had a straw in their mouth. 'Got it' I thought. Yep. They paired off 2 guys to a lady and inserted the straws into the pussies...and began to suck. The reaction was wild. One lady started laughing..and shaking...and cumming......all at the same time. Amy just squealed her pleasure. The third was cumming hard over and over..like a machine gun. What a great way to break the ice, I thought. And we all went inside.

The guest of honor lay before us. She was gorgeous. Apparently the wife of a current male member of the club. She looked like a young Elke Sommer and had a great body and a beautiful pussy with the kind of pussy lips that lie spread open like the wings of an angel. I could clearly see those pussy lips because she was laid out and strapped down to an OB-Gyn table, with her feet up in stirrups. I immediately nicknamed her 'Angel'.

Around her a crowd stood, maybe 3-4 guys, 3-4 ladies. And every one of them was either massaging the initiate, feeling her up, pinching nipples, rubbing her clit, sucking on something, or generally enjoying the helplessly bound feast that lie before them. It was fun to watch, especially as Angel was absolutely forbidden to cum. Every time she would get close she would ask permission to cum and it would be denied. The crowd would momentarily stop, then start all over again.

Angel's heat and frustration were obvious. She strained against the leather straps, her chest was flushed, her breathing was labored. Amy said something in German to the lady next to her and some lubricant was passed to me. I rubbed it generously over my right hand and starred at those pussy lips. I was going in. I was going to try to fist Angel. Obviously a physical and cultural exchange of critical importance.

'Say Ahh' I said, and inserted 2 fingers into her. She was tight but soaking wet and I began to work more fingers in as Angel began to arch her back off the table. But at that point, just as I was really beginning to enjoy the party, the host appeared and we all had to stop. He was dressed in a Dr Feelgood getup. Nude but for a medical mask, a speculum, and an enema kit.

Announcing his intentions, he proceeded to inset the enema nozzle in Angel's lovely ass, released the clamp holding the fluid and slowly controlled its filling of Angel's bowels. We watched as Angel's stomach actually started to expand. She was taking a very heavy load. Bag empty, Dr Feelgood inserted a sturdy butt plug, and admonished Angel not to spill a drop. Angel was in a bad way, groaning under the pressure in her innards.

He then inserted the speculum into Angel's cunt, slowly spread her wide open and peered into her with the aid of a penlight flashlight. The flashlight was passed around and we were all invited to take an up close and personal look at Angel's most private parts. It was fun. Informative even.

Then it was time. the crowd was allowed to have at it with Angel again, but only from the waist up. The rest, for now, belonged to DR Feelgood. She was told to be sure NOT to cum without permission. He pulled out what looked like an over sized pocket rocket, maybe 5 inches long, and went to work.

The effect was magical! It was my first lesson in how the pressure from the contents of an enema bag can greatly increase the sensitivity of the clit. And that was an understatement.

As Feelgood ran the vibe over Angel's legs, feet and breasts, she was obviously loving it. But anytime he came close to her groin, around her stomach for example, Angel would tense up, she would start ..well..levitating off the table....only thing holding her down were the straps. Her clit was so sensitized she could feel the vibe when it was a foot away from her pussy. 'Note to self', I thought, 'don't ever forget this!'.

This went on for a long while, each time Feelgood forbade Angel from cumming. Then he announced, 'Its time' and grabbed ahold of the string fastened to Angel's butt plug and began to move the vibe in circles closer and closer to Angel's groin.

Angel became even more rigid..she was truly lifting off the table......her stomach muscles were rippling and she was speaking in tongues...... This was going to be impressive!

Feelgood slowed his movements and the vibe slowly circled the clit. Angel was begging, pleading for permission to cum....she needed the release more than she needed air at that point and her chest heaved with desire. She was being driven crazy with lust.

Then it happened. Feelgood placed the vibe DIRECTLY on Angel's clit. Angel let out a banshee scream and Feelgood yanked the buttplug out of her ass.
Angel's scream reached a crescendo. She arched her back and exploded.

Yes! I was impressed.
The initiation had begun.

So the initiation party had gotten off to a rousing start and it promised to be a wild and crazy night. I made my way around the very nice home and tried my survivor phrase German out on the locals. What I found amusing was that not only did the local Germans appreciate somebody trying to speak their language but they took the opportunity to answer back in English, a language that many studied in school. So it worked out nicely both ways. But safe to say that much of the communication that night was non verbal.

The action shifted to a large great room which looked out onto a veranda and pool. Around the great room were a victorian cross, a 'lover's chair', a few benches and tables, 2 cages, the usual couches and armchairs. Music was blasting through a great sound system and the sounds of the 80's, The Police, Crowded House and more provided the backdrop for the wild goings on.

Some were dancing, others with all hands exploring, probing and caressing were essentially having sex standing up. One man had his female sub laid out on a round table. He had pulled up a table, placed the lady's feet up on his shoulders, and was leisurely eating her pussy and tongue fucking her asshole. Back and forth, for a very long time. The sub did not seem to be in the mood to ask him to stop anytime this century.

Over on the couch, Dr Feelgood, who apparently WAS a real MD, was giving lessons and demonstrations on manipulating the famed Grafenburg spot. There was no shortage of volunteer gushers and the ladies were wriggling and squealing with delight as the Doctor did his best via the palpitation of the correct pressure points to get them to gush. Some dribbled a few drops amidst intense orgasms. Others gushed several feet with the experience leaving them breathless and shaking.

One male submissive was tied to the cross and his Domme was working him over with a violet wand. His head was tilted back and he his back arched as the electricity dancing across his genitals provided what I am sure were some interesting sensations.

The lady to be initiated was in the lover's chair. This was a chair made out of red tubular steel with stirrups similar to a gyno table and a bench strategically placed between the stirrups. It allowed the assumption of various positions and facilitated easy access to a variety of holes and pleasure centers. Angel had been strapped to the chair, her legs spread wide and both holes were easily accessible.

Somebody had attached tens unit patches to her nipples, the inside of her inner thighs high up by her pussy and one placed just above her clit. Apparently a mild, rhythmic current was flowing as Angel's hips were gently but regularly moving to the feel of that electric drumbeat.

Other folks had been fastening a very long line of clothespins to her in the longest such chain I had ever seen. The pins were connected by a long string. It reminded me of the world record attempts at toppling dominoes. The string ran up one side of her body, around her breasts, down the the other side and then back to each nipple. Where they were fastened right over the patches for the tens unit.

Others were working her over with a variety of dildoes and vibrators.

She was not allowed to cum under the threat of a severe single tail lashing. One lady was sliding a vibrating egg on the end of a long stalk into Angel's pussy and was leisurely stirring it around and moving it in and out while she alternately sucked on Angel's clit. When Angel would beg permission to cum, everyone would freeze and allow Angel to descend a bit before resuming the erotic torture.

In front of Angel was her husband with two eager subbies playing with him. One was on her knees in front of him feeding upon his cock while the other was on her knees behind him spreading his ass cheeks and tongue fucking his asshole.

Watching all this from her vantage point in the chair, Angel was in a bad way. She was sweating profusely and started to scream for somebody, anybody to fuck her and provide her with some release. "Anybody" , she kept saying over and over in German, "Fuck me, please!!!""" It was an incredibly hot scene to witness.

Her prayers were answered in the form of....Ernst. Ernst's nickname roughly translated to 'Horse Cock' and he certainly lived up to his nick. Roughly 12 inches and as big around as my wrist, Ernst was prepared for action. He moved forward and straddled the seat at the base of the lover's chair. Angel's legs framed him as he studied her prone figure. She was gasping now, her chest was flushed and she was glancing nervously at Ernst's huge cock, not sure if this was an experience to be anticipated or feared.

Two subbies grabbed ahold of Ernst's cock and positioned it at the entrance to Angel's cunt. Everyone stopped to watch this dramatic and even historic occasion. I expected to hear a drum roll. Instead, the sounds of 'Relax' by Frankie Goes to Hollywood thundered through the room. If you've ever seen the video for this song...well this was the perfect soundtrack!

Ernst inched forward just a tad and Angel gasped as the monster cock slid just inside her outer lips. A bit more movement forward now and Angel was beginning to feel her pussy ever so slowly being stretched....to the max. Ernst's breathing increased and he began to slide deeper into Angel's cunt. It was an awesome site...Angel's pussy stretched wide almost seemed to have a life of its own and was grabbing onto the horse cock. Angel looked like she was going to pass out and begged permission to cum. "No, not yet" replied one male Dom and he upped the current on the tens unit as a reminder that she was not to cum unless given permission.

Angel was frantic now...her every muscle seemed to be straining against the straps...her toes were curled..her chest became even redder. Ernst was slowly fucking her ...driving deeper and deeper with each stroke. Angel's husband watched with an obvious delight. He loved to see his wife used like this and wondered if even his fisting her those few times could have matched this sensation.

Ernst began to pile drive now. Grunting loudly, he was seriously driving hard into her, using her legs as leverage. Angel's mouth opened once again and an animal like sound came out that could have been her asking once again for permission to cum. But at that point it barely sounded human.

Then I heard it' 'Yah' said the DungeonMaster and Angel's mouth opened, her body tensed and she began to let out this scream. With that, Ernst could no longer hold on and he literally exploded into her with such force that cum was being forced back out of her cunt around Ernst's cock. At that exact moment the DungeonMaster pulled the cord on the long line of clothespins and they ripped off her body in series.

That moment is suspended in time for me...the imagery...the sounds....the animal sex smell.....Angel's being totally helpless, filled, used and enjoyed ....Ernst pile-driving into her sweating, heaving form....the total debauchery that was going on all around me....that final explosion of orgasmic fury.....incredible.

I knew I had arrived...in Dsland.

Atlanta, 1999 

I would imagine we all have had experiences that were so....weird, different, thrilling, that they are a 'stranger than fiction' reality. It made sense to me at the time while I also realized how strange the whole situation was. I decided to roll with it and I'm glad I did.

Atlanta remains one of the 'hottest' cities BDSM wise I've ever had the pleasure of experiencing. It was a study in contrasts and conflict. The oftentimes very attractive upper middle class women were raised in a strict Southern Baptist tradition. And some of them had thoughts, desires, fantasies, needs that could be considered to be rather dark, sometimes very dark. And those thoughts and desires certainly conflicted with what they were taught should be the proper thoughts and desires of a southern lady.

Consequently I got stood up more often in Atlanta than in any other town. But when we connected, shades of Elmer Gantry, there were some blazing hot, passionate and exciting times.

I had developed a reputation amongst the denizens of the AOL chat rooms. At one point when I was extremely active I amassed 5 pages of typewritten references. Their tone varied from thankful to playful to quite cute. A lovely lady named Annie who was originally from Florida said that any submissive who was about to play with me should first drink a lot of water because they would cum so much they could get dehydrated. She was so sweet A country girl. And she wasn't kidding. Another told me of post orgasmic shakes 3 hours later, another told me of having to lean against the walls of the hotel hall as she left to keep from falling over. My favorite though was the one who wanted me to meet her mother :) The submissive in question was in her fifties :)

Many of those who hung around the AOL Ds chat rooms were novices who had relatively recently discovered the joys and pleasures inherent in BDSM. Many of these southern MILFS were introduced to Ds by the Sleeping Beauty series done by Anne Rice under a pseudonym. Long repressed thoughts and desires would then begin to rise to the surface. In a typically upscale Atlanta bedroom community that often meant fireworks. But not the good kind.

One lady's husband threatened divorce, another wanted her to see a shrink. In any case the home very often was not conducive to exploring such needs and the ladies turned to the AOL and MIRC chat rooms to seek guidance and information, and sometimes companionship. There were several Atlanta regulars in these chat rooms and I had developed a word of mouth rep as a 'nice guy' and a great Dom to introduce a new submissive to the possibilities in a safe and encouraging manner.

That's the set and setting for my story.

So I get an IM from a young lady. Patricia was her name. She had heard about me from two of her friends and she wanted to know if we could chat for a bit. Patricia told me her story. And it was a good one.

Turns out that she was involved in a rather nasty divorce from her husband. From what she had to say it didn't seem that hubby was willing to accept her submissive desires. He wasn't even willing to try. So Pat filed for divorce and it was getting really, really nasty. An all out knock down, drag out WWE brawl that I later named the War of the Roses. After the movie, not the war.

So Patricia had developed an online relationship with a Dom named Robert. When Pat and Robert got around to a public first meet they really hit it off. Big time. To the point where by the second meet Robert had asked her to consider moving in with him if she left her husband. Now keep in mind that this was before they ever played, ever even had just vanilla sex.

But there was a a catch. Robert had more than once professed his desire for a submissive with experience. He claimed, according to Patricia, that he was not interested in training a newbie. Now I got the impression that the real reason was that he didn't have the experience he claimed, but I kept that opinion to myself.

So what Pat wanted was for her and I to have 3 sessions. But only 3. With the full understanding of why we were to play and that it would not proceed under any circumstances after the third play. She wanted experience. I eventually agreed to meet her to discuss this and once I laid my eyes on a very attractive brunette with fantastic legs, what could I say? I love to teach and agreed to her plan.

Now as a firm believer in pre-play communication one topic that came up was anal play. I'm an ass man, I admit it. It doesn't mean that anal sex is required but I do enjoy light anal play even if its nothing more than, with the right lady, a vigorous tongue fucking of the little rosebud. So in the course of conversation I asked her if I gave her the choice of which hole I would cum in first, which would she choose? She answered her mouth. I asked what would be her second choice and she replied her pussy. 'So what about the ass?' I asked? Pat froze at my first mention of the derriere. 'Don't even think about it' was her reply. Somewhat surprised I tried to get a better understanding of her thoughts and the reason for those thoughts but was told in no uncertain terms to not even think about her ass. 'OK', I replied. 'But I will tell you this. Before our first evening together is over, you will beg me to take you there'.

She laughed ... rather loudly. I left it at that.

And our first evening together was one for the books. There was extensive
communication between the two of us with the intention of finding out what she enjoyed, what she had and had not experienced and if there were any areas of interest she would like to explore. I explained that although, never having played I did not have the right to tell her how to dress for the first meet but that I could ask.

And I did ask.

I requested the following, a slightly slutty but classy look. Footwear that showed off as much of the foot as possible with the feet and nails having undergone a fresh pedicure. I allowed her to pick the color of the nails. Some nice makeup, a nice scent, a short skirt, squeaky clean front and back and of course, no panties. It was to began with dinner at a fine Buckhead restaurant located in a hotel and I had rented a room despite the fact that I had a Buckhead apartment. I wanted neutral turf..?I walked into the hotel foyer, glanced to a side waiting room and saw a vision in grace, beauty and a steaming hot southern sexuality. The look she gave me, the curve of slightly crossed legs. Just gorgeous. We had dinner. She had a few glasses of fine wine. I had no problem with that. She was 100% consensual in what was about to happen. And if it would help her relax.... Turns out she didn't need any help relaxing.

Back at my apartment I hugged and kissed her and asked her to slowly disrobe for me. I told her that obviously this scene would be slightly different in that it was intended to be as educational as fun for both of us. I told her I would do as much explaining as possible without breaking the mood. I pulled up a chair, sat and watched. Pat moved with a very sensual grace. The simple act of slipping off a dress could look like something out of a classy strip joint. She was a beautiful lady with almond eyes that sparkled with passion and desire.

She stood before me naked . I rose up, I was hard, gave her a warm hug, kissed her on the cheek, then the neck and then and only then, the lips. I placed a collar around her neck whispering that this was only for tonight. I attached soft nylon cuffs to her wrists then brought her hands up behind her neck and attached them to a loop there. I asked her to spread her legs wide and decided not to blindfold her. Now she was helpless, totally exposed and available for my enjoyment.

My cock was rock hard, I wanted to ravage and use every hole she had. I wanted her to see what she had done and undressed. My cock was not only rock hard but the head was turning a bit purple....and a mild but definite throbbing was occurring. Pats eyes fastened on my cock and I began to speak to her explaining the dynamics of what had transpired to this point. her eagerness and frustration both were showing. So I cut the talk short picked up the flogger and began. Although Pat had never been flogged she told me she had watched plenty of videos on flogging and had once had a dream where she felt as if her skin was screaming for a flogging.

I began slowly and relatively softly, wanting to prepare the skin for more vigorous play later. I began on her back and slowly and carefully directed the flogger at her legs, thighs, her stomach, breasts, her arms and her ass. I took my time, there was no rush and carefully watched her reactions, her breathing, movements and sighs, the flushing of her skin. Pat was getting warmed up and began to slowly sway in time with the strokes. She later told me it was an incredible sensation with the soft leather exploring her every secret place, caressing her, warming her and the vibrations of the strokes she said she felt deep in her pussy.

Her skin was reddening and her breathing becoming quicker and ore pronounced. I decided to switch to a small flogger, positioned my self directly in front of her spread legs and began to flog her pussy. Softly at first. She jumped with the first stroke not expecting it there, then quickly settled down and resumed her swaying and moaning. Then her knees began to shake, her legs quivered and she began to lean towards me. Catching her I realized that she had just cum. She admitted it and I informed her that she would ask permission to cum from now on. She smiled, apologized and agreed. I brought a few more smaller orgasms from her with the pussy flogging. She later told me that it was such a surprise to her. That she never expected to be able to cum from her pussy being flogged.

Well there was no more waiting. I had to be inside this girl. I led her to the bed and left her hands attached to the loop on the back of her neck collar. I gently positioned her on her knees and leaned her forwards onto her elbows. Arching her back I know had fill access to both her holes. As a playful reminder of what I had said to her I then slowly moved forward and began to flick my tongue out at her little rosebud...barely touching it. There was no discernible reaction so I decided to slowly circle that rosebud with my tongue. licking, nipping, teasing and tasting the entire area around her rosebud. I then placed the very tip of my tongue right on her little asshole, grabbed her hips and pulled her ass onto my tongue. I could feel her ass clenching. I wasn't sure if she was trying to keep me put and clamp down on my tongue but began to more vigorously tongue fuck her asshole. I figured at least one of us was going to enjoy this. But my cock wanted in on the action and I positioned it at the entrance to Pat's pussy and very slowly slid it in.

It was heaven. Pure velvet was the only way I could describe Pat's pussy. It was if I had sunk my cock into living, warm and wet velvet. It was a surreal feeling. One that I had never experienced before. I quickly thought that whoever was letting this one get away was a fool then began to fuck her.

Once my cock was firmly embedded in her pussy I stopped. I wanted Pat to revel in the sensation, her being helpless, hands bound behind her neck, both holes totally exposed and available to me (despite her original statement on anal play), and her cunt with a nice firm hold on my cock. I started to flex my cock very slowly, rhythmically so that the cock stem would rise slightly and the head would flare.

Ladies are not the only ones who can develop the pelvic muscles through Kegel exercises :) Every time I did that Pat let out a small gasp and I could feel her cunt, now seemingly with a life of its own, molding itself around my cock.. trying to grab it, convulse on it. Lovely! Her pussy had a life if its own, living, breathing, pulsing, flowing. It was a very, very nice sensation.?Enough foreplay. I grabbed her hips with both hands, pushed her forward slightly then slammed her down hard on my cock. Then again, and again. I pushed her back down a bit more producing that delightful arcing of the spine allowing me to penetrate, probe and tantalize those secret, inner pleasure places.

Then I stopped. I moistened a finger and placed it just above her rosebud. I then slowly slid it so that it was resting lightly on her asshole. Pat tensed a bit and started to protest but I quieted her and let her know that I was not going to hurt her. Pat had expressed a liking for hair grabbing and some rough sex, so I grabbed her hair with my left hand and pulled her back towards me so my cock was embedded in her pussy to the max. My finger was very lightly circling and brushing her asshole.

So slightly it would be almost imperceptible. I continued to flex my cock. I wanted Pat to relax there and trust that any sensation produced from that area would be pleasure and not pain. Then I bucked my hips into her in a rhythmic motion and guiding her by the hair continued to fuck her.

I then began to talk to her....softly..in contrast to the hard slamming. Telling her what a gorgeous, hot fucking slut she was. I lightly pressed my finger into her asshole and it was wet enough to penetrate maybe a quarter inch. I stopped. I told her how she was my cumslut for the evening. With each sentence she gasped and bucked. I slammed her again. She came once....letting out a small scream and I felt her pussy spasms and grab my cock, milking it. I kept slamming and she came again and I had held out as long as I could could. It was the sensation of her grasping pussy, her gasps, her soaking wet hole, the fact that she wanted it as much as I did and my finger slightly inside the forbidden portal.

I exploded. Hard. My cum actually felt like hot molten lave blasting from a volcano as it shot into her. I realized that was one for the books and smiled as I slowed to a stop. We relaxed. I stayed for a bit then slowly pulled out. I thought about beginning a massage for her but decided to allow her to clean up as she had been filled to the brim.

I detached her cuffs from the back of her collar but left everything in place and Pat retreated to the bathroom. When she returned I was to begin a strategic movement to contact with her back door. To do that I would have to overcome a defense in depth and deal with the negative associations Pat had somehow developed with that area. An interesting challenge. Could I do it? More to the point, could I do it in one evening?

Pat had somehow developed, most likely through one or more unpleasant and painful anal experiences, a distaste for anal play. So what was called for here was what? Deprogramming, reprogramming? Semantics. The bottom line was that I wanted Pat to be able to associate that area with pleasure, as it should be, given that it is one of the most sensitive areas of the body. Why be deprived of the pleasures inherent in well done anal play? Just seems a shame to waste an erogenous zone. Onward.

Pat emerged from the bathroom and I asked her to lie on the bed face down. I positioned her on the left side of the bed, close to the edge. With my background as a fitness trainer I have considerable experience in massage. I straddled her body and very slowly placed my hands on her shoulders and began to slowly massage any residual tension from her body. I began at her shoulders and neck and worked down each arm and then back to her shoulders.

Then I took the massage down her back, very, very slowly. Lingering on pressure points, working on those tensed muscles holding any stress, compression or discomfort. I worked the trapezius, lats, spinal erector muscles, the small of her back continually moving in a downward motion.?There was method to this madness. For in enabling and encouraging her to relax and let go, I was also moving and directing her energy, her ‘chi’ to her groin area. I wanted her totally relaxed and her energy percolating around her groin. I then hoped to direct it to ass.

I began on her legs, first the left, then the other. My hands encircled her upper thigh, so high my right hand lightly brushed her pussy and I began to massage her leg biceps and hamstring. First moving in a circular downward motion, releasing the tension. All the way down to her ankles, I rotated her ankles gently, flexed her foot and then gently began to stretch her toes. Taking my time I gave each toe my full attention and could not resist sucking a few before I began the trip back up.

This was the important part of the movement. Guiding the considerable chi stored in her leg muscles upwards to her groin area. I took my time, moving slowly but deliberately. When both legs were done and I knew much of her energy was now focused on the groin area I moved up and placed my hands on her ass cheeks. I began to gently rotate her ass cheeks, right cheek clockwise, left cheek counter clockwise. This accomplished a number of things, it relaxed her ass, exposed her rosebud to intimate viewing and also tended to produce a pulling/rubbing sensation on her clit that I have been told is a real turn on.

Pat sighed delightfully through the entire massage, but now she was really getting turned on. It was obvious from the beads of moisture now forming on her pussy lips. I asked her to spread her legs a little as I moved to take a position in a chair I had placed to the left of and facing the bed. It was time for the next phase.

‘It’s time for your spanking’, I whispered. And I began to spank her, slowly but in rhythm. I would deliver a few spanks, then caress her with my hands, her ass cheeks, her upper and inner thighs, and lightly brush my hand across her pussy in the process. Then again, spanks, caresses, brushes, and again. Over and over. Her ass was now turning a nice pink and Pat was squirming in pleasure. A pleasure I felt that she had not foreseen.

I took some lube and applied it lightly to her rosebud area. No protest. In fact she seemed to relax even more. I grabbed a violet wand and turning it on to its very low setting I very gently danced it across her ass cheeks. That directed more energy to her anal area. Her ass was getting energized :) Pat jumped, then giggled and sighed and was obviously enjoying the sensations. I continued producing sparks on Pat’s bottom for awhile and then stopped.

I let her lie there a bit. Let her think about it. I then picked up a pocket rocket, turned it on and held it in a closed fist while I extended my index finger and placed it lightly on the area known as the t’aint. I let it rest there and she let out a delighted moan enjoying the sensation of the high speed vibrations coming through my finger. I massaged her cheeks with my left hand as my the finger on my right hand slowly moved up towards her rosebud. No protest. In fact I sensed a growing excitement.

My finger slowly circled her rosebud, very slowly, non threatening, just luxuriating in enjoying and exploring Pat’s back door region. Then I very lightly brought it directly across her rosebud. Pat sighed and moaned and turned her head towards me. To be honest I was not completely sure if she was going to ask me to stop. I very lightly pressed her rosebud and my vibrating finger penetrated, like before, ever so slightly. But this time Pat bucked her ass against my hand, obviously wanting more. “That’s really, really nice.” she said. Then I heard her breath catch and she muttered something like ‘ ... never expected this ...’. She was gasping.

I began to slowly turn my finger ever so gently in her butt and I felt her asshole, well lubed, trying to grab my finger, trying to drag it in deeper. Then I heard it...the words I was waiting for ...’ put it in me ...’ she muttered. “What was that?’ I said. ‘Deeper, please .. deeper’ she moaned as she forced her butt up against my hand.

I stopped completely.
‘Denied! Let’s go to dinner.’ I said.?I
had proven my point.?
And we still had 2 sessions left :)

Suction 101

Within the last few years I've developed an interest in the pleasures that can be accomplished through the judicious use of suction devices. It's always been my desire to provide the most intensely pleasurable and exciting experience possible and suction is one of the means that can be utilized to achieve those ends. I say one of the ways as I love to combine sensations utilizing different toys and assorted implements.

The results, when its done right, can be incredibly intense and exciting for both partners. The fact remains that in over 30 years in the BDSM scene I have only once had a play partner use the safe word 'Red' on me to have me stop play. And that was because she wanted to be able to STOP cuming. :)

Back in the 80s it was often the thing for Joe Six Pack to run down to Lowe's, pick himself up a crop and bestow on himself the title of 'Master'. That would not fly in Europe. Now that crop has been replaced by the Hitachi.

About 3 years ago a female subby friend told me about what she called 'Hitachi Doms' I laughed and asked what that was. She laughed and showed me a series of pictures of her. In all the pics she was in her underwear and tied to a chair. And in every pic some dude was bent over her holding a Hitachi to her 'pink bits'. Voila Instant 'Dom'. Hitachi Dom.

I was glad I had first been actively involved in BDSM in Europe. Groups like The Blue Vase in Copenhagen disdained gadgets, anything electric, batteries etc. It was all leather, wood, rope. They stressed the need for deep communication on several levels which would assist and enable the creation of an experience deeply satisfying for both.

Now I freely admit that over the ensuing years I have adopted whatever 'gadgets' I felt were appropriate for the occasion. And that includes a Hitachi, with attachments as I do my best to avoid the label of Hitachi Dom :). And by the way the white attachment for the Hitachi, the one with the knobbed protuberance...is so intensely pleasurable its probably illegal. Very, very powerful!

I have a number of different types of suction devices, They range from the sublime, small yellow suction cups used to suck snake venom from a snake bite victim, to the standard test tubes with twistable adjusters, VERY effective actually, to industrial strength devices with a variety of attachments. The largest covers the entire pussy area. But at the same time the toys and gadgets are enhancements, a means to an end and not the sum total of the experience.

In Atlanta in the 80s, I discovered that many of the surburban housewifes who had an interest in DS awakened via the Sleeping Beauty series, used smaller suction devices on their nipples and clit almost daily. Some wanted to permanently enlarge their clit. Some just enjoyed the sensation. We would then use their devices in our play. It was fun and educational.

The object of the devices was to increase the amount of blood in the erogenous zones. This would GREATLY increase the sensitivity of those areas. This could be done across a wide variety of intensities from a soft, gentle sucking to very nicely intense to approaching painful. Then, use your imagination.

I actually got my first exposure to how additional internal pressure to an erogenous zone could grealty increase sensitivity at my very first BDSM party, which was in Wurzburg, Germany in 1985. The bound and helpless subject had received an enema which greatly increased the internal pressure on her clit. I remember when the guy working her over with the vibe, as the vibe approached her groin she literally would about levitate off the table. It was a moment to never forget.

A 'typical' use of suction devices in play would involve attaching them to the nipples first. You can them play with those devices, pulling gently, maybe appying a vibe. Next comes the suction tube to the clit. You can use either the standard suction tube or the industrial strength sucker. Either way you are greeted with the clit being sucked into the tube and that is always a sight I love to see. It swells and expands in the tube...growing ever larger...more engorged...more sensitive.

Now as much as I enjoy combinations I seldom am doing just that one thing. MIght be done along with a flogging, maybe some violet wand play, especially with the Blue Flash. Also goes well with some simple caressing and kissing.

The enlarged and engorged clit is now trapped in the tube. Its VERY sensitive. I like to engage the clit like that for at least 5 or more minutes. I typically like to have it engorged that long because one option is to then release the clit and apply what I call the Super Sucker.

The Super Sucker covers the entire pubic area and sucks in the entire pussy. Now remember, the clit is already enlarged and sensitive. And now this. The pussy area can be the most difficul to get a good seal but usually an application of lip balm on the lips of the sucker will get the job done

Then take your time and get that pussy all puffed up and swollen...at least another 5 minutes. The pussy lips along with the entire pussy area gets swollen, colors become enhanced and now that entire region is incredibly sensitive to the slightest stimulation., So? Release the Super Sucker freeing the pussy, and bring out .... the Hitachi. Aplply it directly to the clit and pussy and hold on. Enjoy the show. It will be impressive and explosive! The orgasms are quick and powerful....VERY powerful. Very often even those who have never squirted before will find themselves gushing hard. I love breaking new ground :)

Suction, another tool in the Dom's toolset.