John was single with a great job and a wonderful circle of friends and family. He lived in a beautiful home, drove a brand new sports car and had money in the bank to tide him over through all but the most prolonged disaster. He should have been happy. But he wasn’t.
If asked to name the source of his discontent, John would have been embarrassed to tell the truth about what was missing from his life. He couldn’t honestly say it was sex, per se, because he had sex on a fairly regular basis with various women and quite a few of his “friends with benefits.” All of these women were nice looking with good personalities and made no demands on him whatsoever as far as commitments or having a real relationship. They were all fine just having sex occasionally and letting it go at that. By most people’s reckoning, John had it made in the shade and had no valid reason to feel as though he was lacking in some essential ingredient he needed to feel truly happy.
But, the plain, unvarnished truth was that while John enjoyed regular garden variety sex, it wasn’t what really cranked his tractor. No, John liked rough sex. That is what really turned him on. He liked being with a woman who assumed the dominant role and “punished” him for various infractions with a variety of props such as riding crops, whips, spurs and even paddles. He enjoyed being bound and even gagged while a lusty, busty Dominatrix in a pair of thigh-high stiletto heel platform boots and a skin tight black leather cat suit pranced around him applying the whip judiciously from time to time. John enjoyed pleasant orgasms when he had missionary style sex, but nothing like the earth shattering, mind blowing climaxes he had with a take-charge female to spank him, whip him and all sorts of other physical things that brought him to the brink of ecstasy and beyond.
The problem was that John was tired of paying ladies of the evening to indulge his favourite S&M fantasies. Some of the hookers were decent actresses, but it was obvious they were merely playing the role because they were being paid to do so, not because they really enjoyed it personally. What John longed for were women who enjoyed the same sort of sexual practices he did and who would enter into the spirit of the thing with the same amount of gusto and pleasure as he himself did. But where to find such women?
John decided to check with a free online dating service to find out if there were any females on there who would be willing participants in the kind of sexual fun and games he had in mind. He was pleasantly surprised to discover that there were plenty of women who loved assuming the dominant role and could even supply their own props and equipment to show him the time of his life. He wasted no time chatting with several of the more appealing candidates and ended up making a date with one of them for the very next evening. He wished he had visited a free online dating service a long time ago instead of wasting so much time in dates that ultimately bored him. Still, he told himself, better late than never!
John and Wanda, the woman he met through the free online dating service, had agreed to meet at John’s house for their get together. They would have drinks and a light dinner first and then if things were going well and they felt a mutual attraction, they would adjourn to the bedroom.
John was excited and somewhat nervous as he waited for Wanda to arrive. However, when the doorbell rang and he saw that she was even more attractive in person than her videos or photos, some of his tension and second thoughts began to fade. He noticed that Wanda was carrying a large leather bag besides her pocketbook and was titillated at the thoughts of what might be in there. After cocktails and a dinner of roast chicken and vegetables John had picked up at a local deli on the way home, Wanda looked at him across the table and asked if he was ready to see the contents of her “bag of tricks.” He eagerly assured her that he was indeed very ready to see her bag of tricks and led the way to his bedroom.
Wanda carried the bag with her and set it down when she entered the bedroom. She unzipped the bag and John felt his pulses race when the first thing she pulled from the capacious bag was a leather riding crop. Next, she removed a pair of metal spurs from the bag and lastly, a pair of leather boots and chaps such as cowboys wear. After hastily stripping off her clothing, Wanda dressed in the black leather boots, chaps and spurs—-and nothing else. She stood before John proudly, her magnificent breasts and lush curves displayed to full advantage. John swallowed hard. Man, this was quite a woman!
She strode over to where John was standing and jerked him roughly by the collar. “Get out of those clothes right now,” she ordered him in a stern, no nonsense tone. John happily complied.
“Now,” she said, “lie down on the bed. You have been very, very bad and your punishment is to be my horse tonight. Is that clear?”
“Yes,” John assured her eagerly.
Wanda smacked him smartly with the leather riding crop. “Yes, ma’am,” she corrected him. “You will address me as ma’am at all times!”
“Okay,” John agreed, smiling. So far, this was even better than he had dared to hope. Wanda seemed to be having a great time and was really getting into the whole Dominatrix role. He hoped there were more like her on the free online dating service and from what he had seen, there were plenty that were there for the asking. He was happier than he had been in years at the prospect of hooking up with more dominant females like Wanda!
He lay down on the bed, face up, and Wanda mounted him. He groaned in pleasure! It was like hot, wet velvet in there and his pleasure was amplified tenfold when she smacked him on the rump with the riding crop. “Giddy up, horsey,” she commanded, as she began moving up and down on him. John complied, savoring the enjoyment of having this beautiful, domineering woman astride him. His erection was almost painful and he knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself for long. Wanda suddenly got off him and lay on the bed next to John. “Come on, cowboy,” she told him. “It’s time you did some of the work on this trail ride.” John willingly got on top and began working over Wanda.
“Faster!” she commanded. When she wrapped her long legs around him and dug the spurs in, he could hold back his orgasm no longer.
Lying there, spent and panting, John reflected that the free online dating service had opened up a whole new world for him!
