It’s really hard to explain. I’m dominant you see. Really dominant in all aspects of my daily life. I control my home, I plan and organise all holidays, trips, outings. I work in a senior position where I suggest, encourage and ultimately dictate how things should be done.
When we meet I decide where we will stay , what we might go and see, when we should do it.
I check us in to a hotel, I lead the way to the room.
He is the kindest, most gentle, sensitive person I know… until that door shuts…
And then I get naked.
Sometimes I forget myself, I’ll try to take charge. A steely eye and a firm pinch of my nipple will follow. Sorry, his nipple. I’m owned. A happy little fat kitten to be played with, punished and treated as he sees fit. The pinch hurts, but if I gasp I’m asked ‘what?’
‘Nothing’ is the meek, breathless reply.
The pain from that torcherous pinch has a direct link to how horny I am. A hand between my legs makes the state of my arousal obvious and brings a “good girl” which makes me so very happy.
We fuck, we play, we indulge ourselves with a large selection of toys. Given an appropriate location I will be spanked until my arse is purple, or doused in a rainbow of wax.
I love every last second.
He gives me a release I didn’t think possible
Makes me happier than I ever thought possible
Not to mention more orgasms in 3 years than the previous 47!
So thank you my big, kind, gentle, sadist, for making an old(ish) lady very happy xx