Next to Kathy

Kathy was my roommate freshman year.  She was a classic Bible Belt virgin and she knew I was sexually active with my boyfriend, J.  By default, this made me her most promiscuous friend!

She wasn’t judgmental at all, which was good.  But she was super curious.  She was one of those girls that wasn’t allowed to be in health class in 6th grade when they covered all the sex stuff.  And now suddenly, Kathy had an inside source!

I was no expert, trust me.  But it was funny that she thought of me like some sex goddess that had done all these crazy things.  Truth was I had only slept with J, and while he had what I thought was a pretty great sex drive, we were not that adventurous.

Anyway, I would relay to J pretty much all of the conversations I had with Kathy throughout the week, and this one week Kathy just could not stop talking about blowjobs lol.  She knew I did them for J, but she just couldn’t wrap her mind around it.  And when I told her that’s how I greeted J every Friday night that he came to visit, she was floored!

“Where do you do it?  I’m usually here in the room when he gets here!”  “What do you do with the…stuff??”

So when J got there that night, she was all flustered and blushing ha ha ha!  She quickly excused herself and told us she’d be back later.  So J and I did our thing, and Kathy ended up returning about an hour later.  She was all “are you decent” blah blah blah.  She seemed to be having a good time with it, so…great!

The three of us played some cards and drank a little and settled into a movie.  We had a tiny couch that barely fit the three of us, so I was sort of sprawled out over J, with Kathy on the other end.  J and I were under a blanket together which naturally meant his hands were all over me!

The lights were off, so our faces were basically only visible from the glow of the TV screen.  Within the first few minutes of the movie, J had me completely naked and had two fingers deep inside me, thumb working my clit.  And we were openly making out above the blanket.

That’s when it happened.  J whispered to me:  “Ask your roommate if she minds if you give me a blow job right now.”  His fingers were really doing a number on me, but I couldn’t ask her to leave right in the middle of the movie. Unless he meant…

And we had another one of those moments where our eyes locked, and in his stare all of my questions sort of quieted down and I was able to parse to the core of what was happening.  He waned me to suck him off, sitting right next to Kathy!  OK.  I can do this!  Truth be told, she’d already seen me with J’s come all over my face, so this was just the logical next step lol.

I crawled over J, careful to stay covered up in my blanket and leaned in to Kathy’s ear to whisper the question.  It ended up being more of a statement.  “I’m going to give J a blowjob now.  You don’t have to get up — you can watch if you want!”

She barely reacted — I think she was just processing it all in the moment.  I slid down off the couch, blanket still attached around me thankfully.  J was already rock hard with precum spots showing through his shorts.  First went the button, then the fly.  I tugged on the waistband and he lifted himself the necessary inch off the couch for me to get his shorts down to his ankles.  That’s how he liked couch blowjobs — usually he would have then hooked his legs around my back to sort of lock me in, but I guess with the blanket and the present company he just let it be this time…

Before I went down, I looked over at Kathy.  She was now definitely in the moment, her eyes fixed on J’s erection ha ha ha.  That was definitely the first one she’d ever seen!

I started with one long lick from the base to the head, where I then enveloped him with my mouth and went down as far as I could comfortably go.  Usually my focus is 100% on J, but tonight I was a little distracted lol.  J’s eyes rolled back, so I looked over at Kathy to see her mouth gaping.  Now I really felt like a sex goddess lol.

After a bit, J offered up his customary “Kiss” command.  This meant he was close to finishing, but wanted to extend the pleasure.  He likes to “luxuriate in me” he says.  At this point I move up and kiss all over his torso and then back down his thighs.  Tonight my shirt was off so I could nestle him between my breasts as I did it.

“Ok.”  Now it was time to finish.  My mouth went back down onto him, and his hand rested on the back of my head.  He didn’t apply much pressure — just the weight of it.  Slow and soft is how he likes the finale.  He’s always trying to get me to go down deeper, but I always balk at the first sign of gagging.  Tonight, though, I swear he was right there at the back of my throat!

On the last upswing he grabbed a fistful of my hair and held me in place.  “Tongue.”  So now I worked that glorious sensitive spot just below the tip with my tongue with my lips sealed around his shaft.  Kathy became an afterthought as I felt J harden further.  My eyes closed, and he bathed the inside of my mouth in his semen.

Even though he always wanted me to swallow, I could never bring myself to go through with it.  But J was a good sport about it.  And since he did have a proclivity for getting head while we were “out and about,” all the times I had to walk around with a mouthful of his semen provided plenty of laughs for him — so glad I can amuse him!

Tonight was no exception.  He held me on him longer than usual, mostly because he knew I’d start freaking out soon.  With the moment now fading for J, but now really setting in for me, I looked up at Kathy.  She had a smirk on her face and was holding a tissue out for me LOL.

She knew I didn’t swallow from our conversations earlier in the week.  “That’s not going to be enough,” J mumbled.  But I didn’t care.  And J was definitely right!  It got all down my hands, right through the flimsy tissue.

I shot up and went over to my towel, leaving the blanket behind.  Kathy would mention to me later that she had now seen my completely naked — with semen dripping on my body — twice!!!

Jan

This story was told to me by a woman named Donna. At one point in my past, as I was learning the ropes of D/s, I met a woman named Jan. I was more into the D role at that point, and we forged an online relationship.

Jan was my so-called online submissive. I gave her tasks to perform and, using the honour system, she completed them for me.  We were in the early days of digital technology back then, so photographic evidence was understandably lacking.

Part of her obligations to me were to give me access to her email contacts so that I could disclose our relationship to them.  Then, being an enterprising Domme, I would solicit their help in Jan’s “training.”  This provided a nice touch of humiliation for Jan, and also allowed me to get off on the notion of “owning” her. Truth be told, these people I recruited had way more fun than I ever did!

Donna worked in the same office as Jan, and while not in a supervisory role, was at a higher level within their company. Donna was also a lesbian, and Jan told me that they had a shared a kiss at some point.

The setup was the most fun, emailing Donna out of the blue, explaining about my relationship with Jan. She was NOT receptive in the least – initially. I went on to explain that Jan would do anything she wanted, etc. Finally, only after a discrete display of urine drinking in the office did we convince Donna to come aboard!

So, after much preamble, following is Donna’s recap of her first night with Jan…

Jan arrived at my flat promptly at 8pm, as instructed.  She was wearing a thin, tight, white blouse atop her short plaid schoolgirl skirt.  Standard white knee socks for good measure.  I could see the outline of her bra, and I would later find out she was wearing white knickers as well — granny style lol.

[Jan was around 5’3”, probably about 135 pounds — curvy, busty, sturdy.  Petite, but not fragile, yet completely feminine in every way.  In my mind, she would have been a complete delight in the outfit Donna has described.]

Just to reinforce what you and I had spoken of earlier in the week, I had her state for me the purpose of her visit.  “Mistress Steph would like you to help her in my training,” is what she told me.  Perfect!

[I had explained to Jan that she must be well-behaved with Donna and that if she did a good job, we could continue to involve Donna further.  Jan had sort of come out as bi to me earlier in our relationship, so I thought this would be good for her.]

With that, I let her in and we shared a few glasses of wine.  I asked her a lot of questions about her time with you, how it got started, etc.  I could tell she was getting aroused just talking about it, and then the part about Steve! [That’s a whole other story]  Her face turned so red when I pressed her on the details, but it was like she loved being humiliated at the same time.

I asked her to go into the kitchen to fetch the scissor for me, and when she returned with them I had her stand in the middle of the room.  I walked over to her and cut off the top two buttons of her blouse.  In taking a step back, I realized that one more would be just right.  So off went the third button, now revealing her bra.

That would not do, so I handed her the scissors and instructed her to cut the bra off herself.  “No more bras when you’re with me, do you understand?”  Poor thing.  Bras aren’t cheap!  But I was drunk with power at this point.

I helped her pull the remnant of her bra up and out of her blouse and cast it on the floor.  I did sort of a 360 turn around her, drinking in the view of her breasts now being contained only by her thin, tight blouse.  I ended behind her and pressed my body against hers.  My hands went to her hips, and my mouth to where her neck meets her shoulder.

Jan’s hands came up and latched onto my wrists, but not as means of protest.  My tongue and lips were now dancing, slowly, into the crook of her neck.  I asked her if she ever thought about the time we kissed several months earlier, and she said she did and that she thought about it often.  With that, I spun her back around to face me and indulged myself in our second kiss together.  She tasted delicious!

As I pulled out of the kiss, I told Jan that we had to continue with her training — didn’t want to upset Mistress Steph did we?  I instructed her to get down onto her knees and remove my heels, skirt, and panties.  I had shaven my legs and given myself a nice trim just for the occasion 🙂

I sat myself onto my couch and waved her over to me and sit on the floor between my legs.  I can’t remember exactly what I told her at this point — I was really starting to get consumed with the power, you know?  Anyway, there were lots of “you’re going to be a good girl for us” and “you’re going to do everything I tell you to do” statements, all while I was stroking her hair with her head resting on my leg.  I’m sure I had created a massive wet spot on the couch cushion!

For the next few minutes I had her bathe my feet and legs in licks and kisses.  Her tongue and lips were heavenly.  I slid my pelvis slightly forward and laid back into the cushions, putting my pussy right into her face.  My hand grabbed a fistful of her dark hair and I guided her face to my now dripping wet cunt.  No verbal instructions were necessary.

I’d say I had her under the hood for about 30 minutes!  I didn’t know who would ask to quit first — her or me!  Well, it was me!  I had never had so many orgasms in my life.  After that, I had her remove her panties and we snuggled up on the couch together for a bit.  I lazily fingered her, taking breaks to have her lick my fingers clean.  She definitely came a few times, but I was mostly interested in simply luxuriating in the feel of her body.

We drifted off to sleep shortly thereafter.  In the morning I told her that she would wear what she had on to work (no bra, no panties — ha!).  It was a Friday, and the office dress code really goes quite casual on Fridays.  Perhaps not as “casual” as Jan was going to be, but oh well…

And that was the first of many similar messages from Donna.  Like I said, Donna got a way better deal than me on that one!

 

 

 

 

movie night

It was movie night, sometimes known as family night.  In times gone by, this involved planning and game playing…and effort, but it had steadily devolved over the years to simply watching a movie.  Just the seven of us.  My husband and I were on the couch, the two smallest kiddos were sharing the big reclining chair, two more were in the love seat, and the gangly pre-teen was sprawled out on the floor.

I am perpetually cold, so we were lying down under a blanket.  I’m the little spoon, he’s the big spoon.  Before the opening credits were even over I could feel his erection rubbing against my back.  He began sliding my shorts down, but I would need to help him if we didn’t want to make a commotion.

I was conflicted, and he knew it.  I never liked fooling around when the kids were even a awake, let alone ten feet away from us.  As the fabric on my shorts and panties began to stretch, I carefully lifted myself off the couch the necessary inch to allow them to be pulled down to my knees.

I immediately felt the precum leaking from his erection on my ass.  This was going to be a long movie.  He started with his free hand then, sliding it up my body from my thigh to my hip and up my shirt.  He pushed my bra up and over my breasts – ouch ! — and began to work my nipple.

This normally would be very arousing, but not here.  Now it was just painful and irritating.  When he was done with my nipple, he slid his hand back down my side and then to my ass.  I adjusted my legs slightly so that my skin wouldn’t pinch as he worked his fingers inside my pussy.

Again — ouch!  He did go slowly, thankfully, and mixed in some of his precum which was I guess just enough lubrication for him to get a finger inside of me.  And, once I was confident that the kids were fully engrossed in the movie, I perhaps did begin to slightly relax…somewhat.  I mean, what if the doorbell rang or one of the kids just decided to jump under the covers with us!?!

Anyway, there we were.  I felt his fingers leave me, and then the couch shifted as he re-positioned himself.  Instinctively my hands reached back and guided him in.  I like to be accommodating, what can I say?  We got the head in, then paused, then he slowly guided himself all the way to the hilt.

With one hand now working my nipple, he just held himself as deep as he could go.  He whispered to me:  “Squeeze.”  Lol does he realized that I’ve birthed 5 kids??  Anyway, I did my best attempt at squeezing, which he apparently appreciated.  His head now resting on mine, he let out a “keep doing that.”  I was in for a work out…

My Instagram Crush

I can’t get over this one…

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Ms. Cook has much saucier pics on her feed.  And some lovely intimate candid shots as well.  She comes off as very genuine in her videos and related links.  The one above is one of her most recent posts, and it truly haunts me.  I find her to be so very strikingly beautiful…and just wish I could have her for my very own!!!

What do you think???

i showed up anyway

i showed up anyway

i knew my friend wasn’t there

but i liked the attention you gave me

so i showed up anyway

you touched me and charmed me

you stripped me bare,  became a part of me

and i bled for you

i shed my innocence that day

and the next day you buried it

Tow Man, Part 2

Let’s see…we last left off with our hero — we’ll call her Steph 😉 — hopping into a tow truck with Tow Man.  She has no money to pay for his services.  What will she ever do???  Also, her brother is lurking around here somewhere as well, but his character is just not very well developed and probably shouldn’t be a part of the story at all!!!  If you’d like to catch up, please refer to Tow Man, Part 1.

–Mark climbed in and looked a little surprised to see me in the middle seat.  He pulled the truck around, and before we even made it a half mile we saw my brother.  I yelled out the window for him to get in, and he did.  I explained to him that Mark was going to take us back to his shop and replace the tire for us.

Mark shot me a look.  He had agreed to nothing.  He quipped:  “Isn’t there a saying about not letting your mouth write a check that your ass can’t cash?”  “My mouth is good for it, trust me,” I fired back.  I tingled.  “And so’s my ass!”  My hand moved to his thigh.  He grabbed it and moved it to his crotch.  “What would your brother do if you started giving me head right now?”

Wow!  Go, Mark!  “Nothing,” I told him.  “OK then,” he said, reaching his hand to the back of my head and issuing an ever so slight amount of force.  It was less of a pull and more of a push if that makes sense.  Regardless, that was my cue.  Not missing a beat, I dove in, thrilled by his boldness.  His blue collar smell only intensified as my face moved between his legs.  I nibbled at his bulge through his pants.  He wasted no time in moving his right hand down to my hips and hiking up my dress inch by inch.

I maneuvered so I could get to his belt buckle, which strained somewhat against the girth of his midsection.  When I unclasped it, he seemed to relax, which allowed more of his belly to sag down.  And more of his smell to waft up.  The workman metal smell gave way to sweaty man, and I took it all in.

My right hand worked down into his pants, while my left hand lifted up his shirt.  I wanted a piece of that belly!  It was so hairy — I just rubbed my face through it for a moment or two and then started kissing and licking him.  Everywhere!

I had freed his cock by that point and was stroking it in earnest.  I shifted the focus of my mouth from his stomach to the head of his cock while my right hand ventured back down into his pants in search of his balls.

Mark had my dress up over my hips by this time and was roughly kneading my ass, his fingers brushing against my asshole through my panties.  He yanked them down roughly to my thighs, though in the front they still clung to my soaking wet pussy.

Before I had properly acquainted myself with his cock, the hand that had been pawing my ass moved to my mouth.  He shoved two fingers in alongside his cock, which made for more than a mouthful.  I closed my lips and reflexively and began to suck.

He withdrew them a moment later, his right hand then returning to my ass, finally allowing me to give his cock full, delicious strokes with my mouth.  And his fingers, thick and rough and dirty, now slick with my saliva, pressed against and then into the entrance of my ass.  The pain was immaculate, causing me to yelp.

“Are you — ah, Jesus!”  My brother was peaking over the seat from the back and had a full view of the front-seat happenings — Mark’s cock in my mouth, my dress up over my hips, and Mark’s fingers in my ass.  I told him to fuck off.  This wasn’t the first time he’d seen me in a position like this, and it wouldn’t be the last.

Mark’s fingers grew more insistent and he began to make deep probes inside my ass.  The truck soon came to a stop, and I felt his left hand then force my head down onto him.  As my nose was being wedged down into his pubic hair, he lurched his hips upward and at the same time slammed the fingers on his right hand as far inside me as his hand would allow.

With his hips positioned all the way up, he clutched my hair with his left hand and simply jerked himself off…with my throat.  His body went rigid, and he began to come.  I swallowed each wave as best I could, Mark’s grunts accompanying each new emission.

His right hand relaxed, and the weight of his arm caused his hand to slip slowly out of my ass.  As his hips relaxed, he fell back onto his seat.  Still holding my head by the hair with his left hand, he brought his right hand to my face.  “Open up.”  I obeyed, and Mark popped his two thick and (now extremely) filthy fingers into my mouth.

Dry

You were right.  You were right about everything as it concerned my body, it seemed.  I never believed that I could take all of you, every inch of you, dry.  You did own me, my body, after all, so perhaps I should have just trusted you from the beginning.  It would have spared me from your belt all of those times.  All of the stripes you gave me, all of the welts.

You said I just needed to be patient, to let it happen.  But I could not do that for you.  I could not get past the temporary sting and discomfort of accommodating you.  Initially.  That initial blast of sensation and pain was always too much for me.  Though you could have forced it on me, you allowed me the space I needed.  Growing pains.

You never seemed angry as you disciplined me for failing you.  You were in total control of your emotions as your blows came down on my backside.  You never shouted or even raised your voice at me.  I felt safe and protected over your knee, or on all fours, as the love you chose to show me was in the form of spanking after spanking.  Had I only trusted you sooner.

But tonight, you stretched me.  We made it past the head, and you just held me, stretched painfully wide for you.  You said you could wait there like that for me for as long as I needed.  And you did, you were so gentle and patient.  You moved past my limit without me even realizing.  To the hilt, I accommodated you fully for the first time.

It was glorious.  You allowed me then to take control, to love you back.  To envelop you, to squeeze you, to milk you.  Slowly, methodically, purposefully.  I felt every millimeter of you, all of your contours, as you slid in and out of me.

I was gaping for you by the end.  All resistance had been put to rest.  I yielded to you entirely.  And when you knew the time was right, you put me into proper position, on my knees, face on the floor, hands bound behind my back.  And you thrashed into me relentlessly, viciously, perfectly.

Finally I was serving you, the way only you knew I could.  You had, once again, molded me to your liking.  And now you had me in the furnace, my body would never be the same.  Permanently shaped.  For you, my love and Master.

Tow Man, Part 1

Do you guys remember the show called Loveline on MTV from [a very long time ago]?  A caller to the show shared this story about him and his sister, which evidently made an impression on me deep enough for my brain to retain it for like 20 years. This is my attempt to inhabit that story and make it my own.

In high school I began to learn the value of sex.  Not in terms of its value to me, but more in a marketplace sense — as a form of currency.  So, while I have have never exchanged sex for money (nor have I exchanged money for sex ha ha) per se, I have, however, quite transparently traded sex for services; bartered sex for goods; offered sex acts as incentive; used my so-called sex appeal to gain favor with store clerks, county clerks, any kind of clerk really; and rewarded good deeds with sex.

Over time it became my first option for getting anything where men were remotely involved.  This method of mine led me to some smashing victories.  And some seriously humiliating defeats.

It also led me to my Tow Man story.

My brother and I were at this dinner thing with our parents.  I was a freshman in college by this time, and my brother was a junior in high school.  He and I drove separately from our parents.  It wasn’t black tie, but we did have to dress up.  And we weren’t happy about it.  I, of course, pushed the limits with my dress and had my parents’ friends gawking at me all night.  The bartender was also kind enough to serve me drinks while I was there even though I was underage (he was easy).

We made it through the awful dinner and the super boring speeches, and finally we got the signal from our parents that we could take off.  In the parking lot, I told my brother to light up the joint that he had been holding for me.  He was happy to oblige as I was his only source of pot in those days.

Our collective mood improved until we screwed up the joint pass — completely his fault!  Anyway, the joint fell between the seats and I freaked out…and jerked the wheel, running us into a curb at like 40 miles per hour.  Thankfully we were not hurt (and we found the joint!), but the front right tire was trashed, so we weren’t going anywhere.

We had no cell phones then, so at first we waited.  And waited.  After maybe an hour “we” decided that my brother should try walking to the gas station (which was closed) that we saw a few miles back to see if there was a payphone he could use to call road service.  So he left.  Perhaps not the wisest decision to split up like that, but were stoned, so…

Enter Tow Man.  He must have seen the flashers and pulled over.  I told him we had a flat, about my brother, and that we needed a tow.  He said he could probably replace the tire tonight if we went back to his shop.  And then we could just drive home from there.

From what I could tell in the poor lighting, Mark (according to his name tag), was a big guy.  Tall, heavy.  But not sloppy.  His hair was dirty blond or brown, and short.

“We’ll get you hooked up here right after we get the paperwork sorted out.”  Ah, yes, paperwork.  This was going to cost money, of which I had none.  I was so out of sorts from the incident that I hadn’t been thinking like my normal self.  I should have been all over that guy.  But life’s all about second chances, right?

He stepped down out of his cab with his clip board, and I got into character.  I told him I didn’t have any money.  He stopped in his tracks.  I was young enough to be his daughter, I thought.  He suggested I call my parents, then.  And I told him that wasn’t an option.  He sighed, and I knew I was going to make this work — one way or another.

“Maybe we can work something out?  I mean, instead of money?”  I kept my gaze on his eyes and walked over to him.  “I don’t have any money to give you, Mark.”  I reached out to touch his arm.  He smelled like metal, and his hands were stained black from grease.  From up close I got a better view of his face — stubbly, nice chin, kind eyes.

“Why don’t you hook up the car and we can go find my brother, OK?  Then when we get back to your shop…”  I just left it at that, not wanting to be too specific.

Mark’s face changed.  He leered at me, which I kind of liked.  Those nice eyes of his were still there, but they were now reflecting something different.  He engulfed me with them.  After another sigh, he told me to get in the front seat of his truck.  His nice eyes were back — score!

The cab of the tow truck had two bench rows.  The second row was more of a throw-in it seemed, and was mostly full of random tools, etc.  That’s where my brother would be sitting.  I sat in the passenger side as instructed, and Mark went about getting the car ready.  Once the car was up, I made a split decision to slide over into the center of the bench so that I would be sitting right next to Mark.  I thought maybe I could make the ride more fun?

To be continued…

take care of it here

The place was packed, but as far as I could tell we were the only ones there.  I was sitting on a bar stool, my back against a stranger sitting next to me.  You were standing by my right side, hand up my skirt.  I had ditched my panties hours ago, right there in the crowded bar.  They were in your coat pocket presently.

This was a little game we played.  I guess you’d call it foreplay.  Soon we’d be heading off to the parking lot where you’d fuck me over the hood of our car or I’d go down on you.  Sometimes cliché, but always hot, at least as far as we were concerned.

You hiked my skirt up to an obscene height and excused yourself to use the restroom.  “Don’t move,” you told me as you left.  It just made we more wet, being exposed, tipsy, and not caring what the people around us thought of me.

You were back in a flash — too soon for the burn of exposure to settle in, for anyone to get a good luck.  “Did you go?” I asked you.  “Their plumbing must have busted.  Everyone is lined up for the ladies room.  Let’s just go.”

Your response barely registered.  I was focused on one thing — what was coming next.  I practically dragged you back to the car and went straight for your belt.  Whether I was getting fucked or not I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t care really.  I just wanted your cock in my mouth.

But you weren’t playing along.  Normally you would have taken control by now, guiding me up and down your shaft using two fists full of hair.  I looked up at you.  Clearly you were not enjoying this as much as I was.  “I really have to piss,” you tell me.  “Another minute and I’m going to explode.”

I kept my eyes on yours for a good while.  The suggestion was entirely of my own doing — maybe it was more of a dare.  “OK then.  Take care of it here.”  Your expression didn’t change at first, but during our staredown it definitely registered.  That calm look of complete dominance came over you.  I knew it well, and I also knew that you would be taking me up on my veiled suggestion.  We were in perfect balance.

You adjusted your stance, and I finally blinked as the first drop of your searing hot piss crashed against my face.  I think were both momentarily stunned at first.  I did not anticipate the warmth, and the steady power of the stream.  You really had to go!

I opened my mouth slightly to take some of it in.  “All the way,” you barked.  I complied, and immediately choked as the stream went directly down my throat into my windpipe.  Lesson learned.  I recovered, no thanks to you, in time to really taste it.  I was definitely drinking piss.

“Now open your shirt.  I want to piss on your tits.”  OK then.  The position you were in had emboldened you.  And I loved it.  My hands worked my blouse and my bra to reveal my breasts, and again I was struck at just how warm it all felt splashing down on my chest.

Finally your stream began to slow, and I took you back into my mouth to take your last few drops.  In a moment your erection was growing in my mouth and each of your hands grabbed a fistful of my my hair.  Finally…

the dark

My earliest erotic thought was in 6th grade.  Well, it was much more than a thought.  I remember it so clearly.  I went to live with my mother that year.  And she had a basement.

I was never one to be scared of the dark.  But the dark did consume me.  It still does.  It’s like I have a whole different persona when it’s pitch black.  Only when I’m alone, though.  Only then does the dark for me.

It was just the two of us living in her townhouse, and she worked full time.  Leaving me home alone for long stretches to mostly spend with my imagination.  Most of the entertainment for me was in the basement — TV, etc.  It was there that the dark found me for the first time.

I was ready to go downstairs, but paused at the doorway.  It was completely black down there.  The way the stairs were, no light from upstairs really made its way down.  I felt nervous, but not scared.  At the first step down, I closed the door behind me, shuttering myself in.

My heart sped up, and I slowly and deliberately made my way down the stairs in the dark.  At the bottom I paused.  I would have to make a 180 degree turn to get to the main area of the basement.  I hesitated.  Without really understanding why, I unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down to my ankles.  My t-shirt came next, leaving me in my bra and panties.

I stood there frozen forever it felt like.  I knew nothing was coming for me, but rather it was calling to me.  I still wasn’t ready, though.  Off came my bra and panties.  Now I was ready to present myself.

I walked.  Small steps to keep from stubbing my toes, hands outstretched to keep me from injuring myself.  A burning heat between my skinny legs kept me going.

I made it to what I believed was the main area of the basement and stood.  He (the dark was always male) was watching me.  Studying me.  I tingled everywhere.  The weight of the darkness gently but firmly pushed me down to my knees, where I waited with my head down.

I was there to serve him.  I knew it.  I felt it.  A decade before I ever heard about Dominance & Submission, about Power Exchange, about Master/slave relationships, I knew I had to submit to the dark.

My hands then slid down between my legs and began to grope.  There was nothing sensual about it.  This was need, desire.  The darkness was taking what it wanted from me.  One hand had four fingers dipping in and out of my smoothness while my other hand worked furiously just above it.  I had masturbated before, but not like this.  This was something entirely different.

It took over my whole body and I began to shudder.  Almost uncontrollably.  I remember falling down onto my back after that, crying softly.  I wasn’t sad or scared — just spent.  Well used.