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Never To Old to be a Teenager!

Yesterday I meet a lovely lady at Olive Garden for lunch. After a couple of emails I offered to take her to lunch with the hopes of getting to know each other and work on becoming friends. We had a lovely lunch and our talk covered a little BDSM but mostly about our family our spouses that had pasted away. We covered topics of things that we love to do in the vanilla world and discovered we shared the joy for dogs and horses. After lunch I asked if she would join me outside where we could take a walk or talk a little more intimate about what caught our eye on the website. I asked her if she wanted to chat in her car or my pickup and she chose my pickup. Either I'm a smooth talker, have soft eyes or she had a 38 special in her purse, not sure. We took a short drive to a big parking lot at one of the malls under a shade tree. We started taking about likes, dislikes and experiences in the BDSM field. She was so nervous so I told her there wasn't any right or wrong answers, it wasn't a test it was just a way for me to understand her and what her soft and hard limits might be. I could tell by her body language and breathing she was very wet. So I told her about the Wetness Test Master's love to give, were they stick two or three fingers in their subs pussy to see how wet she is. So then I asked her if I stuck my fingers inside of you how wet would you be on a scale of 1 to 10; 10 meaning you were leaking down your legs. She caste her eyes down and said 7 or 8. So I said, say that again but add Sir on the end of it. (I wanted to find out if she felt submissive to me) She said to me 7 or 8 Sir. That was my sign to turn up the heat; so I told her I new she was hot and she was using her dark sun glasses to hide her true feeling for me. I waited and didn't say a thing or make a move, I just waited and she decided to take her sun glasses off and I thanked her. Then I told her that now I could see inside of her and I would help her let her inner slut out. With out me moving I told her I was going to kiss her and she started moving towards me. (Dam she was hot and hot to trot) I took my time kissing her while caressing the side of her face with my free hand. Then my kisses drifted down her neck to her shoulder and I worked my way back up to her ear and tongued it while blowing on it. If she wasn't at a 10 she was getting there very quickly. I broke the kiss and gave a deep sigh and told her to say thank you Sir, and she said thank you Sir. I asked her do you want to be my slut; which she replied yes Sir I want to be your slut! Then we talked some more and of some of the playful torment I would like to put her through. Let's just say she was part scared and equal parts excited! Lucky for me that I have to much stuff in the back seat of my Super Cab so we couldn't go back there and play. (I sure wanted too, but that might have been pushing things to fast) I told her I was going to kiss her again and this time after kissing her I worked on the left side of her neck, shoulder and ear before breaking it off. (one of the downside of being the Master is you have to control yourself) We talked some more about what I would do to her body if next time she came to visit me. Then I asked her again, Do you want to be my slut; and again she replied Yes Sir I want to be your slut. I took my right hand and while I moved it towards her I told her I sure wish I could suckle on her nipples. Then I took my index finger and started circling her aureola taking time to bump her nipple. Then I reached over and kissed her hard again while working her breast over. Then I took my hand let my fingers walk down towards her thighs. I started giving them and squeeze and I enjoy listening to her breathing speed up. I quit before she had an O. I looked her in the eye and told her I had to suck her breast. She got very nervous and said right here in the parking lot, what if someone drives by. I looked her in the eye and said do you trust me? She said yes... and I said try that again, and she said yes Sir. So I told her to unbutton the top two buttons of her shirt and pull her breast out for me to suck on. Boy oh Boy did I love sucking on it; and boy or boy did she moan. I came up for air and started kissing her and whispering in her ear did you like that. She answered yes Sir I loved it. I sat back up and took a few minutes to catch my breath as well. I kept looking into the back seat and shaking my head while saying I sure wish the back seat was clean! She replied but people would see us; and I told her to get out of the truck. I walked around to her side and opened the door and I took her to the back of the tailgate. I had her put her hands on the tailgate while I kissed the back and side of her neck and put my hands on her hips so I could pull her into me. I whispered into her ear while cars were going by, good thing its day light or I would be molesting your body right now. I walked her back to her door and commented that she was right with the shadow of the tree you could see pretty good into the back seat. Once I got her inside I started kissing her again and again and again. Then I stopped so she could catch her breath; I didn't want her to cum just yet. We talked a little more and I asked her if she could have an orgasm from me sucking on her breast? She looked me in the eye and took a deep breath and said before now I would have said no but now I think I might be able to. That got me excited so I informed her I had to have her nipple in my mouth again. She took a quick look around while she started unbuttoning her shirt again. This time I sucked her breast even harder and started flicking her nipple with my tongue. While doing this I decided I had tortured her enough and I took my thumb and index finger and started rubbing her clit and pussy lips with firm pressure. This was all it took to pop her and make her body shake. (I love watching her body in the throw of passion) I gave her a few minutes to catch her breath before I ask her if she loved it. She had a shy smile and said yes Sir, so I told her to say thank you Sir which she quickly responded with THANK you Sir! I asked her again do you still want to cum and visit me? She replied Yes Sir. So I followed up with “Do you want to be my slut”? And she said “Yes Sir I want to be your slut! So you can see even if you are over 50 you still can go parking and neck-en.... I even made it to first base. Well I'm not sure I don't remember is playing with her breast first base and playing with her pussy 2^nd base.... I just rubbed the outside of her pussy does that count as 2^nd base?

I read something on CM today that struck an accord with me.  A slave wrote: "Tying me up and whacking me like a pinata without knowing who I am or what makes me tick, is momentarily diverting, but it won't sustain me or you, and is ultimately pretty hollow. 

The fabric of my slave persona will come from bits of various cultures weaved into a pleasing structure.

Geisha: the art of please a man in the form of music, dancing, communication and entertainment.  I will see my slave trained in playing an instrument of her choosing, various dances to do with me and for me.  Trained in the proper form of communication showing respect and interest in what her Master has to say and being able to converse with her Master on worldly events.  Her every move and gesture is well thought out as to be pleasing or entertaining to her Master.

Kama Sutra: The art of seductions and love positions will be taught to my slave so she has a deeper understanding of the nuance of the touch, body position, eye contract, controlled breathing and orgasm control. I'm not going to use that many love positions of Kama Sutra because I enjoy animalistic sex more.  Along the same line I believe over time the slave should be trained to belly dance.

Victorian: Were slaves to traditions and the clock and a complete separation from upper class and lower class.  3:00pm was tea time and it was never missed, woman where not allowed to speak unless spoken to.  The wife was a trophy and in most aspects just an upper class slave with a few more rights then the rest of the slaves.  My household will have some daily, weekly and monthly traditions & rituals.  My slave will only have rights and say in those things she has been given a right to or say in.  My slave is my trophy and will make me proud to say I own her.  I insist on open communication to better enhance our relationship but it will be done in the proper respect.  I believe my slave should read the book Story of O if she hasn't to better understand the full spectrum of what BDSM can offer.

50's:  While the wife stayed home and was the center of the nucleus keeping every thing clean wholesome and ready for the husband and kids and waited on them hand and foot.  She was always prepared looking extremely attractive constantly stroking his ego.  June Cleaver was often seen serving dinner with pearls on.  My slave will always make looking extremely attractive high on her list of duties.  I prefer to do the cooking, shopping, cleaning with my slave when possible for it offers me the chance to play and be with her while doing the work.  Her walk, stance and even the way she sits will be something she is trained to do to be pleasing.  On any given day the clothes she wares including shoes, the way her hair is done will reflect my likes for the events to unfold.  French cut nails, long eye lashes, middle of the back hair, makeup, sun tans will be done to my liking to make her more alluring to both sexes men & women.

Gorean:  In the Gorean world the Great War between women and men left woman under control of men.  Women might be free but could be made a slave to any a man who would choose to take her.  The Gorean Master is harsh, but seldom cruel as you will find me.  As a Gorean Master he is interested in not only owning the physical forms of his property but also of owning the girl herself. He seeks to own the whole woman, her body, mind and spirit in all of her depth, complexity and individualism as do I.  His is to care for, lead, and nurture her and I feel the same way.  Her physical, mental and emotional well being rests in his hands as does my slave’s.  The Gorean Master wants more then a scene or session.  He wants more than kinks and thrills.  He wants to own, utterly as I will my slave.  Kajira is the term for "slave-girl" as a Gorean slave girl you will have no rights or say other then what is given by the Master.  Her vow is to exist for his pleasure, her choices now his, her thoughts his, her pleasure his.  The kajira surrenders with her heart, the fire in her belly, she yields to his will, she wishes for his command.  She complies and obeys her Master.  Gorean Master owns a woman; he owns her thoughts and her ideas, all of her.  He lures all that is inside her, out; stimulating, erotic, passionate sex.     She is by her nature, when mastered, compliant and yielding, a pleasing creature to own.  She is open and unrestrained in all things as it pleases the Masters and to embrace the wild fire that lives within the slave, slut, wench’s belly.  With Gorean you will be train in the art of proper presentation to your Master for various functions like greetings, inspections or sexual service.   I seek train my Kajira in the art of sexual pleasure as the acts that are pleasing to me.  Gorean Master cherishes is slave and often times loves her.  The Gorean slave is disciplined so that she will think twice before repeating the same infraction again, to any degree.  The infliction of pain, suffering and emotional distress are not tools of my training or the Gorean Master.  A Kajira slave is property; property that is cherished and cared for and she will obey with absolute unquestioned and instantaneous obedience as will my slave once I’ve proved to her I'm worth such trust and loyalty.

Summry:

A lot of these blend into one another or compliment one another but no one culture including Leather or old school by themselves is me.  Every Master has his own master plan that suits him, neither right nor wrong or best or worse just what works for him.   I seek not to beak the slave’s spirit and then rebuild it to my liking.  I seek to get under her skin and into her mind and swell her heart till she can’t wait to surrender all that she is.  For this Master the greatest joy, esteem, pride, accomplishment comes from a slave that surrenders herself completely knowing she has her car and money and can leave at any time she chooses.  I don’t want your property or money and I don’t seek to make you totally dependant and helpless without me.  Quite the opposite I seek to see you evolve into an accomplished woman of many facets.  Some women will not be happy with this for they seek to become a doormat and only move when told to.  Some women will be very accomplished in many fields and will welcome the opportunity to enhance their repertoire.

If you?re looking for a stern but loving Master who is financially secure and interested a long term loving relationship I might be the Master you seek.
 
If you?re looking for a Micro management from the way you do your hair and dress to the way you act and the work you do then I might be the Master you seek.

If you?re very submissive bi woman who wants become a beautiful obedient and well trained full time live in nympho slut to a very controlling and highly sexual Master, then I might be the Master you seek.

If you?re willing to service me, or anyone / anything I tell you to in every way possible I might be the Master you seek.

If you?re willing to sleep on the floor, locked in a cage or anywhere I deems fit including my bed when you have been a nasty slut, then I might be the Master you seek.