I stop, turn to my left and look at myself in the hallway mirror. My hair is gelled and messily slicked back. I run my fingers through it and then smell my hand. Strawberry, my hair smells like strawberry. I laugh to myself and try not to think about the rest of my body smelling like blueberries.
My lovely Amanda appears from our living room and walks to me. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. She leans back, keeping her hands locked around my neck and smiles. We have been living together for eight years. I turned fifty last week. Amanda is twelve years younger than me.
“So, tell me all about your naughty adventure,” Amanda says, with a mischievous smirk on her lips.
I exhale deeply and sigh. Amanda leans in and sniffs my neck.
She chuckles to herself and says, “You smell like strawberries and blueberries.”
I playfully smack her ass and reply, “I was forced to take a bubble bath with all three of them. It was horrible. They did something to my hair that I never want to think about again.”
Amanda laughs out loud, pouts and asks, “Big, bad, mean Sir, didn’t like his birthday present?”
I grab both her ass cheeks and pull her tight to me and kiss her. Months before turning fifty, I found myself beginning to feel anxious about turning the big, Five O. The anxiety had gotten worse as my birthday neared. I couldn’t explain or understand why I was feeling this way. I talked with Amanda about the way I was feeling. She has always been very understanding and supportive. She is my beacon, my rock.
A few weeks back, Amanda came home and asked if I would introduce three of her students to the submissive lifestyle. All three had confided in her, that they were invited to a BDSM themed party, on their university campus, where Amanda is a professor. All three were curious and had decided that they would attend. Amanda tried to discourage them from attending, pointing out that they could get seriously hurt or abused. She explained that any alternative lifestyle should be practiced with great care and that they should educate themselves, prior to trying anything that is new to them.
When she felt that her message wasn’t getting through to them, she confided in them that she has been my sub for eight years. And that she would ask me if I would take them through a session. This would satisfy their curiosity and sense of adventure, in a safe environment, with an experienced Dom. And that they would be my birthday present, from her. Amanda showed the girls pictures of me from our summer vacation. They all agreed to the session. I had not seen pictures of the young ladies, but agreed to the session also.
“Thank you for the present, pet. But, I think I might be getting a bit too old for this,” I grin.
Amanda quickly dismisses my remark and replies, “Nonsense, fifty isn’t old. You are healthy, very active and in incredible shape. I notice how other women look at you. Stop your brooding and sit with me on the couch and tell me all about your present.”
As we walk hand in hand to our couch, I laugh and reply, “I wasn’t brooding, and for the record, I have never brooded.”
“You have been brooding, frowning and pouting for the last few months, Gil,” she replies back quickly. Then adds, “I hope your birthday present has cured you of this silly fear of turning fifty years old.”
I sit as she pours me a scotch and herself another glass of wine.
“Better make it a double, pet. This is going to take a while,” I say to her.
Amanda hands me the drink, I say thank you. She leans towards me, smiles and loosens my tie.
“Shall I disrobe for you, Sir?” she purrs, as she gently kisses my lips.
“Mmmmmmm, yes please,” I half growl and half whisper, in reply to her sexy offer.
I hold her drink and watch her slide the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders. Amanda turns around slowly. She wiggles out of her garment, her back to me and looking at me over her shoulder. I love her body. I never tire of looking at her, or touching her. She looks nowhere near her thirty seven years. Her large breasts are full and firm. Her waist is slim and tight, her belly is flat and toned. Her hips and ass, which Amanda thinks are both too big, are the perfect shape and size for her body. Her hips flare with perfect curved lines and her ass is firm, round and plump. Her legs are lean and toned and no other woman looks sexier in heels. She steps out of dress and sits next to me on the couch. I hold her hand as she tucks both her legs underneath her and leans on my chest. She shifts back and forth till she finds her spot.
“Now, start from the beginning and don’t leave anything out,” she grins.
I take a long sip of the scotch and begin narrating the events of the birthday present that she had arranged for me.
I start my tale, “I knew I was in trouble just after I knocked on the door. I heard shrieks and giggles and the obvious struggle on the other side of the door, of three young ladies fighting over who got to open the door.”
I take another sip of scotch and wait for Amanda to stop giggling, before I continue, “When the door finally flew open, I was greeted by your three lovely and overly excited students. All three had already stripped down to their thongs and bras. The three of them stood huddled together, just inside the doorway, looking me up and down. Cindy, the petite, cute redhead, leans over to Nadia, the busty brunette, and states that my goatee makes me look like a serial killer, in a sexy kind of way. To which Nadia replies, Cool.”
I wait for Amanda to stop laughing before I continue.
“Tara, the athletic blonde, blurts out that she is a little scared, but, she was hoping I looked so scary that she would pee herself.”
Amanda places her hand on my thigh and shakes it, motioning me to continue. She can’t talk because she’s holding back her laughter.
“It gets better, Amanda. Be patient,” I chuckle and continue, “I say hello and step into the room. In unison, all three take a step backwards. I had to smile at the sight of three scantily clad young ladies, huddled together moving backwards. Six jiggling, perky breasts, made the sight that much more enjoyable to watch. I proceed to take two steps forward, and six legs work in unison to take two steps backwards. I close the door behind me and ask them to introduce themselves. I extend my hand to Cindy, who is on my left. She takes a step forward and places her hand in mine. I lift her hand to my lips and gently kiss it.”
“Hi, I’m Cindy. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Master,” she excitedly rushes through her introduction.
“Hello Cindy, it’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Gil. Please address me as, Sir,” I reply to her, in an even and friendly tone. “As I let go of her hand, she giggles and jumps back into the huddle and wraps her arm around Nadia, who is nestled in the middle.”
“Are any of you able to tell me why I asked to be addressed as, Sir and not Master? I ask them in a charming and secretly hopeful tone. The way Cindy jumps up and down and squeals, bursting to answer, made me hopeful that the session wouldn’t be as painful as I thought. That feeling didn’t last very long, Amanda,” I chuckle, as I squeeze Amanda’s arm.
“Oh Gil, be nice,” Amanda chuckles back to me, as she playfully slaps my thigh. “They are young and are curious and eager to experiment with different things. Imagine if they hadn’t had come to me and told me about the BDSM party, those campus jerks invited them to. They might have gotten hurt and emotionally scarred. They are all very bright young ladies. When I asked them if they would be interested in a Dom\sub session with you, they all swooned, you should be flattered.” She pauses to sip her wine and continues, “I did tell them that you would be gentle with them,” Amanda pauses again for few seconds, and then laughs out loud, “It’s not their fault you look like a sexy serial killer.”
I laugh at Amanda’s last comment and continue, “Believe me, Amanda. I am flattered and grateful and humble. I nod to Cindy, motioning her to answer my question. She clears her throat with an incredibly cute eh-em and answers, we are to address you as, Sir and not Master, with a serious look on her face, she pauses to look at her friends and continues, because you are old and it is polite to address our elders as, Sir.”
Amanda laughs so hard, I have to grab on to her to keep her from falling off the couch. After a few minutes Amanda manages to stop laughing, wipes the water from her eyes and steadies her breathing by taking deep breaths and long exhales.
In a cracking voice, she manages to get her words out, “Oh my poor, big, bad, Sir.” Then asks me, “How did you react to Cindy’s answer, Gil?”
“The only way I could react, I rubbed my temples and wondered if room service would deliver extra strength Tylenol to the room,” I grin.
“You are horrible!” Amanda laughs out.
I continue, “I reacted by giving them an assignment. I told them I wanted them to write a five thousand word essay, on the differences between a Dom\sub relationship and a Master\slave relationship. And that you would be more than happy to assist them with it.”
Shocked, Amanda cries out, “You did not! You evil man…I love it. I am more than happy to assist them. I am sure it will be hot study session.”
“Oh, I am sure it will be hot. They were excited about the assignment and the opportunity to ask you questions.” I take a sip of my scotch and continue. “I do the same with Nadia and Tara. I kiss their hand, as we introduce ourselves to each other. Then, all three turn around and run to get their cell phones. They run back and huddle around me, squealing and hopping in place. When I ask what they are doing, they answer that they want to take a group selfie, so they could post the photos on line. I sternly inform them that I will not allow that. My order is met with awwwws and whys and c’mons, pleases, and Tara calling me a meanie. I ask them to turn off their phones and hand them to me and that I will give them back, at the end of the session. Amanda, that was horrible mistake on my part.”
Amanda chuckles and asks me why.
“I now possess a firsthand experience that wolverines are not the only predator whose eyes glow red when they are threatened. In fact, I made a mental note to contact National Geographic and ask them to film a documentary, on the similarities in behavior,between wolverines and scantily clad young ladies with cell phones,” I reply, jokingly.
Amanda chuckles as she replies, “Gil, you are horrible. My girls are not like wolverines. Hmmmph! You are a meanie.”
Laughing to myself, I tease Amanda, “You were not there, all I could to do was repeat, don’t let them smell your fear, don’t let them smell your fear, in my mind.”
Amanda raises her head off my chest and looks at me, “I don’t believe you for a second, Gil,” she chuckles. “You are exaggerating and being silly. Now, get on with the story,” she adds, as she nestles herself back on my chest.
“I might have exaggerated a bit,” I grin. “Reluctantly, they hand me their phones. I place them in my jacket pocket. I remove my tie and jacket and drape them over the end of the couch. I look at the three girls and ask if they are ready to begin our session.”
I pause, take a mall sip of scotch and sigh out loud. Amanda laughs at my sigh.
“They start jumping up and down, squealing and clapping their hands. I ask them to settle down and ask if they have any questions. They all rush towards me and shout out their questions at the same time. Can we spank you? Can we see your abs? Can we tie a ribbon around your cock and pet it like a puppy? Can we tie you up and tickle you? Can we have a pillow fight? I ask them to calm down and that I will answer all their questions. They scramble back into their huddle formation and anxiously await my answers. I let them know that the answers to all their questions, is no, with the exception of seeing my abs. They will see them, once I am ready to get naked.”
“Mmmmmm,” Amanda purrs.
“I explain that the session is an introduction. I will gauge their reactions and try to make it as pleasurable for them as possible. Then I ask if they have any ideas as to what they would like to experience. Chaos is the only word that can describe what happened next, Amanda,” I chuckle. “Tara drops to her hands and knees in front of me, wiggles her ass, grabs her long blonde hair and offers it to me, shouting, pull my hair, spank my ass and call me a dirty little whore! Nadia bolts towards the bed and dives towards it. In midair she turns her body one and eighty degrees and lands on her back on the bed. She spreads her legs and lifts her knees, shouting at me to watch her masturbate and that she wants to cum for me. Cindy bolts for the bathroom, shouting that she has to pee and that she wants me to watch her pee. Keep in mind, Amanda, this all happens at the same time,” I say, trying to hold back my laughter.
Amanda laughs and replies, “I take it they were more than ready to start the session.”
I continue, “Unfortunately, that’s when I hit rock bottom with this turning fifty silliness. I raise my voice and yell at them to stop,” I pause and take a long sip of my scotch.
Amanda sits up and looks at me with deep concern on her beautiful face. She remains silent, anxiously waiting for me to continue.
I smile at her, to ease her worry and calmly continue, “The look of shock and disappointment on their pretty faces, snapped me out of my brooding. I recognized that I was at a defining moment. The moment was going to define me, or, I was going to define the moment. I chose to define the moment. I felt the fire come back to me, I felt it burn in my eyes. I could feel my posture and facial expression change. Your three young ladies noticed the change also. The expression on their faces changed from wide eyed, excited smiles, to a lustful, please fuck the shit out of me, Sir. I calmly ask them to come and sit on the couch. They make their way to the couch silently and obediently. I apologize to them, for raising my voice and assure them that I would understand if they wanted to leave.