As our lives progress we all evolve. A "normal" mid-west upbringing. Go to school during the week. Go to church on Sundays. Summer jobs, later with after school sports or after school jobs. A few light sexual thrills on dates. Graduation from high school and then off to a university and beginning to encounter the real world. A few heavier sexual thrills as a very limited budget for dates and availability from studying would allow. And then graduation from university and immediate entry into the military.
The constant hard work to become a military pilot with the thrill of flying and the pride of accomplishing that goal. Encountering people from other countries that really wanted to kill you. Beginning to realize that as you matured as a pilot and as a man and became more self confident that you were also beginning to become an object of desire by the opposite sex. The beginning of a sexual free for all in the States and foreign countries. Some with conventional dating, But others, with the surprise of learning that being a sex provider in some countries is thought of as a "normal" career, with some individuals paid for their services.
And the woman/ friend/ lover you never forget. The woman whose narcissism absolutely controlled everything you did -- who was concerned only with her satisfaction and instructed/ ordered everything that you did to satisfy her desires. Whose beauty controlled you. Only her (never yours) many and varied desires -- tender, prolonged, somewhat kinky or absolute debauchery. And reaching an understanding with yourself that while you would never be able to tolerate a full time life with this woman that, while you were together, to please her with her orders to control you, and everything you did following those orders, gave just as intense pleasures to yourself. A military reassignment ended that relationship with a bit of relief on your part but also a built in need within your psyche.
Switching to a job with a major airline and moving up the list to the "big iron" realizing that the salary was a nice benefit but mostly it was the pleasure and power of making a hundred tons of airplane do exactly what you caused it to do. The pleasure and power of being pilot in command of a plane, a crew and several hundred passengers. Of the necessity of fulfilling the mental weight and responsibility of that earned power. The requirements of that authority in ending the careers of a couple of flight attendants -- the senior mama types -- who had decided they had more knowledge of what would safely take care of passengers and that they were the "actual" person in charge instead of the real Pilot In Command. Once those incidents happened it was well known throughout the company that you took your job and responsibilities seriously. Much to the thanks of both pilot flight crew and many flight attendants that very much wanted the structure of knowing their captain had their best interests and more importantly, their safety always on his mind.
So, by that time you are approaching middle age and enjoying life although occasionally a bit bored. One such time being on a long layover in San Francisco, with plans for a gourmet meal at a favorite restaurant that evening but not sure of what to do for a full afternoon on a day with beautiful weather in the City by the Bay. An internet search on a laptop on many topics and stopping on a chance ad by KL (not giving her full name for this story) a dominatrix, More or less on a whim I called her number and spoke with a woman with a beautiful low pitched speaking voice, very no nonsense, businesslike, who wanted to know my experience level -- little. Then explained I could come see her in a couple of hours for a three hour "newbie" appointment and what her fees were. I agreed. She said bring my camera and gave me her address, which by chance was only four blocks from my hotel.
And those three hours changed my life -- or more exactly made me realize the part of my life that I had been missing. Nudity for me but not her, it was a big plus that she was absolutely gorgeous. Her using my camera to picture me as I was ordered to strip. Kneeling on the floor to kiss and lick her hi-heels, kissing and licking her body all the way up to her knees but absolutely no farther. A ball gag being strapped on my mouth. More pictures of me and my erection as the session progressed. Ropes to the extent of my being completely unable to move or free myself. Her touching me all over and judging my responses. Light then heavier spanking, humiliating comments of how small my erection was compared to her other clients. Pictures front and rear with commands to hold my cock up for the camera or spreading my cheeks to completely display my ass. Her comment that next time she would have me wear panties for the pictures and noting my cock's twitching as she made her statement.
The ball gag being removed. Her donning a strap-on to require my kissing, licking and then sucking in as much as my throat would take before gagging. Her taking obvious pleasure from taunting me as a virile male having close up pictures, being required to stare directly at the camera while licking and sucking on a large plastic cock. Constant verbal humiliation but also constantly noting my reactions for what I was being forced to experience.
Being bent over, face down, on a stand with my arms, legs and torso strapped down and legs spread wide apart. Asked what did I think was going to happen. My saying at first that I didn't know, burning with embarrassment. More pictures taken of my spread legs and wide open ass. Asked again what was going to happen. I finally answered that if she chose to she was going to fuck me. Then asked the Big question of was that what I was hoping would happen. At first I could only nod in the affirmative but she required me to voice my need and request for her to fuck me. ("I can't hear you.") Then answering louder and then louder still.
