Sitting here during lockdown I think back over my life and especially my sexual life, the year was 1971, and little did I know that I was about to be introduced to something that would then lay dormant for far too many years.  It all started at a party in North London, I was sitting on the floor staring into space, the music was loud and no one could really hear the other person talk, but people were dancing.  He came over to me and said, "You look like the most bored person in the room." I said, "Really, how can you tell?" 

Of course, we laughed at that, and thinking back I'm sure it was very obvious.  He helped me up and we walked outside.  We looked into each other's eyes; his were clear and brown, mine were clear but green. Then we sat and talked about what we did, where we were from, our families, hobbies, and interests. It turned out that he didn’t live far from me, but he had no car.  Being a gentleman he arranged for his friend to take me home and he accompanied me in the back of the car.  He put his arm around me and kissed me passionately, but slowly. 

The next day he called me at work and invited me to dinner. As we talked he asked me what I was wearing.

I said, "A dress."

He said, "What's under the dress?"

I said, "Knickers, bra, tights," I didn't mention the corset because it was something I always wore in those days. 

But then he asked, "Do you have a corset on?"

I said that I did, and he told me to go to the bathroom immediately and take it off, which for some strange reason I felt compelled to comply with.

That night we met and after having dinner at a well-known hotel he told me that he had a room booked and asked if I would join him there?

I said, "Yes." 

Just like that, I fancied him like mad, he was fairly tall, good body, and a very nice, firm arse.  Once we were in his room my new experience began.  He was very gentle but firm.  He was in charge and he made sure I knew that I was quiet.

He said, "Stand by the bed, in front of me, and take all your clothes off."

Of course, I obeyed him, but seriously, 'Take all your clothes off?'  I felt an immediate panic, however, I was compelled to begin undressing.  At the same time, I was trying to hide my body from him, I had always been shy and had never ever exposed my body all at once before.  I felt somewhat demeaned at the time, I remember feeling sad, mostly, but it didn’t stop me.  So it began, one piece at a time, as he watched, first my dress, when that was gone I felt a little exhilarated, but then I stopped.

He said, "Get on with it slut, or your arse will begin feeling my wrath sooner, rather than later."

Shocked, I knew I had no choice, there was no turning back.  I then took off my bra very slowly, first the straps and then lowering the bra cups so he could see my full boobs.  I saw him smile at that.  That made me feel kind of good, but still a little wary.   I leaned down and rolled down my tights (I had not dared to wear the corset), which really made me feel exposed.  All that was left after that was my knickers. 

'Oh, my,' I remember thinking, 'How can I do that?'

I saw him scowl and I so wanted to see him smile, so I rolled down my knickers‼  I was so excited that someone wanted to look it made me feel worthy.  I guess that's what it's all about, feeling good about yourself, at the end of the day.

Meanwhile, he was busy in the corner of the room opening a small bag and getting whatever was in it out.  I was fascinated watching him and he took out a ball of tough string, some what I now know to be lube, and some lingerie.   

He brought the lube and string over to me and instructed me, "Lie down on the bed flat on your back."

I did as I was bid, simply because I didn't know how to say no in those days, I just followed his instructions.  He took my arms, very lovingly lubed my wrists, and tied them to the bed, and then he took my legs, lubed the ankles, and tied them to the bed too.  I was flabbergasted, but again, said nothing, but I was feeling pretty elated, and at the same time somehow sad, fascinated and my body was perspiring just a little.  My pussy was wet and so excited. 

He said, "I just love the way your body perspires very slightly, but be quiet and calm yourself, slut."

I just nodded and moaned slightly.   I was beginning to feel really enchanted with the attention and the fact that he liked my body.  Then he began to caress my breasts, licking and licking, biting and biting all the way around my body.  He had begun with my ears, the sensation of which was amazing.  I think I must have been purring when he did that.  I had never had my ears licked before!  So although I was helpless, I just laid there enjoying the sensations, and the pleasure it was giving me. Thinking back I remember he wasn't quite hairless, but near to it, and his chest was amazing and skin so smooth.

He said, "Your skin is so soft, I might just whip you so that I can see how red it becomes." 

That gave my pussy and my arse quite a jolt, and I looked at him a little scared, shivered, and began to perspire even more.  Even though I was feeling pretty excited when he said that he would like to whip me, if somewhat trepidatious.  He continued caressing me; licking and nipping all over my body making me feel so, so tingly and excited.  My body was lifting itself up to him all by itself from its fastenings trying to get more.  When he finally got down as far as my pussy, licking and nipping my belly and the outer circle of my public trimmed hair, he gave it an intense licking and biting stretching my clitoris to its utmost.  He then took out his 7" cock and told me that when he untied me I could stroke it slowly if I was a good girl.

I said, "What a beautiful penis, may I suck it too when you untie me of course?"

He responded, "Do as you are told darling, and you will get your rewards."

I nodded and said, "I can't wait." 

He continued to suck, bite and lick my pussy and I was so, so wet, I was squirting all over him and he appeared to love it. 

Finally, after he untied my hands and legs, he said in a very stern and a little bit of a scary voice, (or at least it scared me a bit), "Now, slut do as you were told!"

I began to stroke his cock as instructed, feeling how hard he was and how long his cock was made me feel so wanted, so loved, and just how precious his shaft was.   After that he took my hand and kissed it, playing with my arms gently licking and biting me again and again so sensually.  He just made me feel so, so good.

"Spread your legs very wide," he said.

I did as I was told, I realized that he was in charge and that was what he wanted.  After I did that he got behind me, on the bed, pulled a pillow underneath it so that he could fuck me from behind.  He slid his cock into my very very wet pussy from the back passage, which felt so good, so amazing, no one had ever entered me that way before, or taken so much care of me.  His cock went in very very slowly, smoothly, I was so so wet. 

He said, "Do you like being fucked hard, slut?"

I said, "Yes, sir, please sir."

By then I knew that was the kind of response he wanted.  He continued to fuck me harder from behind driving deep into my wet, wet pussy, and better than I had ever been fucked before.  In and out, in and out, slap, slap, slap, slap and then harder and harder and further and further, until it was all the way inside me.  The feeling was just wonderful.  He was amazing, his cock was amazing, and he had such strength.  I had multiple orgasms after squirting all over his cock so many times I just stopped counting. 

Then he took the pillow out from under me, it was soaking wet, and demandingly said, "Sit on the edge of the bed."

I submitted immediately as he went over to the other items, from the small bag, in the corner that he had brought with him.  He took out some lingerie and came over to the bed with them.  He then dressed me in a lace bra and suspender belt, black lace stockings.

He said, "Sit up on the bed with your arse high on the pillow so I can see my slut's pussy and arse."

Every time he called me a slut or a whore it made me wetter and of course I did as I was told again.  I have to admit I felt very sexy and was dying for him to fuck me again.  He stood staring for a while.

He said, "Spread your legs wider, let me see the inside of your cunt, you whore."

The dirty talk certainly turned me and before I could help it I was coming again.

He said, "Who told you, you had permission to cum, slut?"

I was astonished, and blustered, "I didn't mean any harm, sir."

He said, "You will obey, cunt, otherwise there are consequences, do you understand?"

I hesitated for a split second, but then I saw his face, which was scary.

"Yes, sir, yes sir," I stuttered, "I will ask in future."

"Listen here," he said, "You will do as you're told, you will not 'ask'.  I am giving the instructions here, not you, and you will do as you are told, is that clear, you dirty slut?  If I want to fuck you, you will be fucked, if I don't, you won't.  If I want to take my belt to your arse, I will are we clear?"

He bellowed, "I did not hear you, cunt.  When I speak you answer, clear?"

"Y- yes, sir, yes, sir," I stuttered. 

I was scared now and I just nodded my ascent.   Then he took his belt from the counter and began to slap my arse with it, very very lightly.  Oh, my I had never had that done before, and it was so sensual, it was like a feather, steadily getting harder, but so sexy.  With my stomach churning and my body heat intensifying, I was afraid I would cum again quickly incurring his further ire.

He then said, "You have done well little slut, you may cum." 

That made me feel so good and I had the best orgasm of the evening…

From that day on he was my master, he called the shots.  It was a rough ride, but what a ride it was.  It was full of culture, exploring, education, and most of all the best sex I was ever to have.