This is the story of how I became a bitch to my friend.
My name is John. I am a 60 yr old self employed accountant who is quite comfortable financially. I own my own home, have a couple of investment properties and I have investments as well as my income from my practice. That's the good news. On the negative side of the ledger, I lost my wife about 5 years ago. My children have all grown up and live and work in other cities. I have had trouble dating.
My wife and I met at university and so I had been out of the dating scene for 35 years when she passed away. When we met she had actually made the first move. I really never was one to aggressively pursue women. We had a good sex life at first but over the years it had dwindled off. I had to take steroids for a period of time and I am diabetic. The result is that my equipment as it were has shrunk and is not very effective. My cock and balls are so shrunken that they are covered by my pubic hair and are barely visible. I can barely get an erection. My wife had been very understanding of my situation. However, after my wife died and I tried dating it only got as far as getting to the bedroom. Then they would see that I wouldn't be able to satisfy them. One lady I went out with for six months had me eating her pussy while laughing at my lack of equipment. She really got off on the humiliation and I kind of accepted that I would have to accept it. After a while she moved on. I had resigned myself that sex was pretty much over for me.
However, I did not miss the sex particularly. I did have male friends and was quite active golfing and watching sports at sports bars. I was also busy at work. One of my friends and golfing buddies was another guy about 60 named Tony who was quite different from me. He was self employed as a real estate agent but worked only as much as he needed to get by. He had been divorced for a number of years and his children were living in other cities as well. He had been dating and bragged about the size of his dick and how hard it was. But he wasn't the easiest of guys and he did not have a lot of extra cash to spend on the ladies. So I think the last couple of years had slowed downed for him on the dating front. Where I was quiet and maybe a bit passive, Tony was loud and boisterous.
I used to regularly meet my friend Tony after work at a small bar near where we live for a few drinks to take the edge off the day. Typically I would get there first and take a seat at the bar. One day about a year ago, my fiend Tony comes up behind me and starts massaging my neck. It felt really good and I kind of moaned in pleasure at his touch.
He then whispered in my ear "Your ass is mine." He said this in a joking sort of way.
I then said to the bartender Sam, short for Samantha, "Please put all of Tony's drinks on my tab".
Tony then laughed and said "I like that." He then gave my neck more massage before settling in to watch the golf on TV with me.
This then started a pattern where Tony would massage my neck and I would pay for his drinks. He started jokingly calling me his 'girl' and I started calling him Big Sugar.
After a few months went by, one time, Tony reached from behind me to squeeze my nipples and then gave them a pinch. I found this intensely pleasing and said "Oh Big Sugar you're the Man!" I said this just continuing on with the joke. But I certainly didn't mind him pinching my nipples except for the fact he was a guy and was doing it more or less in public.
This then started to be a regular thing where Tony would massage my neck, then play with my nipples and I would buy all of his drinks. We would talk sports and news at the bar but I started deferring to Tony in the conversations. Whatever he said I would agree with. He would keep calling me his 'girl' and I would call him Big Sugar. Now and then he would give me a pat on the ass. And of course he would say "Your ass is mine". All of this was in a joking light hearted banter and I did not take it too seriously.
One day Sam, the bartender, asked me "Why do you let Tony massage your neck, play with your nipples and slap you in the ass. He pretty much just paws any part of your body he wants and you just passively let him. Then you go and buy all of Tony's drinks. What gives?"
I said "I haven't really thought about it. It just seemed to have evolved that way. I like it when Tony pinches my nipples and slaps my ass. I am old enough and financially independent enough that I don't have to care what other people think of it. I only have to worry about what I like." I didn't say to her that since he was the more dominant personality and I could easily afford it, I didn't mind that I would buy his drinks. I certainly enjoyed my time with Tony and liked how he dominated me. He was very entertaining with his stories and with grabbing me.
Sam just said "Well if you're happy I am certainly not going to interfere. Live and let live I always say."
After a few more months of this I was getting very comfortable with Tony pawing my body. It didn't matter if people at the bar saw. Some of them, especially the bartender, Sam, started calling me 'Tony's girl'.
As time went on I really began to look forward to getting my nipples massaged and pinched by Tony. Sometimes he would pinch them so much they would hurt and I would say "please Tony, that hurts".
He would say back to me, "just remember, your ass is mine and I can do what I want with your body" which I took in a joking sort of way. Tony would let out a big laugh after saying that.
I would just say, "Sure but please don't hurt me".
One evening on a Friday at the bar, Tony said to me, "Why don't we go and get some dinner?"
I said "Sure, I don't have any plans tonight."
