Interlude
Brett always preferred older and mature women in his younger days. He had enjoyed a marriage with one for ten great years and had a wonderful son together with her. He always felt it signaled confidence and maturity, being with a woman two years older than himself. He had loved his life with her and was heartbroken when she suddenly passed, the result of some quick and unforeseen health problems.
For the past two years after her death, he barely even thought about women. His days were filled with a challenging yet enjoyable job, some minor business travel, and enjoying every moment with his son. Though he felt lonely at times, he had a good network of friends, supportive parents nearby to help with his son, and an overall deep personal support network.
Now 37 and settled in a good routine, Brett finally was starting to think more about what he wanted out of the next ten years for himself. It was the type of thinking that had not even been on his radar in the first few years since the loss of his wife. He had been in survival mode early and then solely focused on his son's needs. But now, it was like springtime in his mind as he thought about what he wanted. What a strange thought, he often considered, a weird concept, so foreign had it been to his thinking.
One such area of thought was about his sexual life. Brett was an attractive young professional, with coarse brown hair, dark blue eyes, athletic build, average height and weight, and an overall very handsome and well-do keep. He knew he was a hot commodity and had received many flirtations and advances from women all over the place since he became a bachelor again - 100 times more than when he was a married man. He was certainly not used to some of the aggressive flirting and had become much more adept at picking up on it over the last two years. The attention was flattering but was usually from women his age who were widowed or divorced.
Though he was attracted to some of these suitors, it was problematic that they wanted commitment and a relationship, a man who had a good job, good money, and a great son. He was a wonderful father in their eyes - great husband material! That is the last thing that Brett wanted to feel or have expectations of from another woman in his life. He did not want to replace his wife, did not want to be committed to anyone other than his son or family for the foreseeable future, and did not need extra-added responsibility.
He also wanted more primal, rougher, and better sex. He desired someone focused on his pleasure and his desires. He often thought back to how sex was with his wife. It was regular although not enough for him. More than that, it lacked spontaneity, variety, fun, intrigue, adventure. It was the same, over and over again. Both he and his wife were not very sexual with each other from the beginning. When he tried, over the years, to initiate more, spice it up more, it was met with all of the darts and arrows of health issues, work and career dramas, and most importantly, body image issues. She simply could not get over not being twenty forever in terms of her body and her weight/shape was always a sexual firewall, regardless of approach by him.
He also had changed a lot over the years sexually. He had just started becoming more comfortable telling her what to do, what he liked, what he wanted out of their sexual life together. It had, after a year or two, started to finally soften her and result in some fruit, but then the doctor visit. And that was that.
For years, he realized that his relationship with his wife was one of companionship and partnership first, sex somewhere down the line, even though they were both very attractive people. He waited on her to initiate and put her needs first. He was never forceful with her or commanding with her during sex, even though he wanted to be. He realized that this was a mistake well into his marriage, as he basically had to let these desires go because he had subverted them for so long. It was hard sledding, making some of the changes he did make: initiating more, being more sexual with her. He often thought that all would be easier if he could just start over sexually with her - or anyone. How you start is incredibly important to how you continue, he realized.
But now...there was an opportunity to sexually start over with someone else, and not in the context of a long-term-relationship. This thought began to intrigue him and started to occupy his mind more and more on a daily basis. What would a relationship like this look like in his current context? Who would be the ideal person? What did he really want out of sex with another woman, at this point in his life?
He started making a list of the ideal person that he could set the right scene with, who would allow him to try many of the things he wanted to try. The first requirement: young and unattached. The second: uncertain and still learning, almost unsure of themselves. He wanted someone who he could mold and shape sexually, who had an adventurous yet very submissive longing, a desire to learn things about their sexuality with him leading.
Finally, unattached was also very important. But again, young and unattached. He did not want someone thinking that he wanted anything other than a fun experience of learning and mutual discovery. She needed to know and expect that this was about doing something for each other sexually that had little to do with everything else in life. Perhaps a girl in college or right out of school who was on her own and doing well, not looking to get married or get into a relationship just yet but who is horny and desiring to submit to an older man who is well-established and comes with less drama?
On his next business trip, after a hard day at work, he was reading an online news story about a female college athlete who had been having an affair with a 40-year old professor. He was always intrigued at these types of stories, as he had ready many over the years. He decided to look up to see if anyone had written more on the story and, sure enough, he found a local student-run college blog from the university community of the student in the story. The rumors were that the student had been serving as a sexual subject to the professor, a married man with three kids. This made Brett very excited. A young woman at her prime serving a man about his age in a sexual capacity - that's what he wanted. Now, he just had to find the right subject.
The Second Act
Over the coming weeks, Brett decided to do his research and came up with the idea of creating some profiles on a few BDSM dating service sites. He shared about his situation and what he was looking for and signed up for a couple. He also browsed through profiles of willing 20-25 year old submissives in the area. He was thankful that there were several large colleges in his metro area and there certainly were a lot of young ladies in this age range whose interests and kinks were eye-popping. Then there others who simply stated they were submissive looking for an older dom without a picture.
He realized after a few weeks of being on the site and only having a few dead-ends, that he would need to actually initiate some conversations with some of these girls. As after he had learned with his wife years ago, the man needs to be the initiator. These young ladies were waiting for a leader, someone to take them by the hand and lead them to understand their sexual desires as a responder and object of desire - his desire. So, he gradually started to reach out to any of the local profiles who piqued his interest. He sent some very thoughtful yet concise messages over the course of about a week.
It was early August, and Fall was still a good month out. His son would be heading back to school soon. Even though he was in camps and what not, Brett was still looking forward to a more normal school-year routine with his son. Routine was important in his life, but he sensed that part of what he was looking for was someone to help break his routine, someone to focus on going somewhere exciting with him in an unexpected manner.
He received a few interesting inquiries and chatted with a few subjects back-and-forth, for a week or so. But none of these really panned out.. Then, he noticed in his chat inbox, a reply message titled "Hi...chat sometime?" He liked it. It was fun, shy, youthful, and simple. This is what he wanted. Not some polished and put-together professional but a shy, young, eager type. He remembered writing this particular profile. She was 21 years old, a local university junior whose profile showed that she was 5'5, 120 pounds of lean beauty with dark, frizzy hair, down past her shoulders in her bio pic. She had cute dimples, a great smile,, and her eyes were a perfect shade of blue. He really liked the looks of this one. His arousal became apparent to him as he sat and pondered an actual meetup with this girl. His breath and excitement began to escalate.
The small coffee shop was somewhere he felt very comfortable. He had not been there in about fifteen years, since he got engaged. However, prior to that, when he had lots of time on his hands, he would come to read, study, and pass away some free time. It was a walk down the street to his old house that he used to rent when he was a young professional out of grad school. The university where he completed his graduate studies, the same university where his prospective subject was studying as an undergrad, was about one mile away, so it used to be very convenient to his pre-marriage, pre-family, bachelor life.
He wondered if his candidate, who was supposed to meet him at the shop in a few minutes, was walking from her college apartment. Did she live with other girls? In a house, dorm, etc. It all seemed like so long ago, that phase of life. Would she be creeped out by his age? If so, surely she wouldn't be meeting with him. No, she would be the one who was the most nervous, after all, how much humility would it take to admit that you wanted to be under the control of a complete stranger, that you desired to be sexually used by another? That is what he had wanted in his profile and that is what she seemed to state in hers, in not-so-much-language. He was half beginning to wonder if maybe that would be too much for anyone when...
They had agreed to meet over lunchtime for a chat. She was between classes and he wanted to see her during a normal daily routine. Besides, it was easier for him to meet during the day. He was dressed in dress pants, a button down, a blazer, and preppy tie. It was a hot summer day, so he didn't want to go all suit-and-tie, but he also needed to show authority and professionalism, as he knew this was important in establishing dominance. She strolled in nervously but trying to act confident, he could tell. She was striking from his perch in the corner.
