I think most people who know me would describe me as regular guy, quietly spoken and pretty laid back. Reserved and maybe even a little shy and I would agree with them. I like to think I am empathetic and emotionally intelligent and throughout my professional career, I have tried to make these qualities the foundation of my ethos and practice at work. But that is not all that I am. There is another me, my alter ego for over forty years, this is the story of how my secret life began, or maybe it would be more accurate to say, how it emerged.
I have always had the desire to be dominant, it has been instinctive and present for as long as I can remember. Hand in hand with a vivid imagination from my earliest recollections right up to today and it has always had it's dark side. When I was kid, deep in thought about medieval knights and castles, my attention was drawn to the dungeon and to those I desired to keep there. Pure maidens, damsels in distress and serving wenches all there for the pleasure of the Lord of the Castle (that was me!).
I was fascinated by those prints of dusky rainforest maidens (as I interpreted them) by J.H. Lynch, they were really popular in the 1970s. I would imagine being a gentleman explorer in search of those wild, beguiling and illusive beauties and capturing them to take home to my country estate to be trained as my slaves and servants. Those early thoughts were about control. I didn't necessarily know why I wanted control, but the need, the urge, was there. I loved the cover illustrations of the Gor novels and the depiction of Master and slave. Those cover pictures made a more enduring impression on me than the actual novels ever did.
When I was eighteen I lived at home with my parents before starting university in the Autumn to begin an English Literature degree. From June until September time was more or less my own and I spent some of it hanging out with my friends and keeping my own company, mostly writing and drawing. I have a brother and sister who are eleven and nine years older than me. And they had both moved out of the family home and got married, although both lived locally.
My brother Roy's wife was Eve, a very attractive woman of twenty-five. She was half Spanish, half Welsh and had jet black hair and deep brown eyes. Her skin was as pale and faultless as white porcelain. I always thought she would look great as Snow White for a fancy dress party. She was slim with a nice figure and I had enjoyed her company from when we first met when I was fourteen. She had married Roy when I was sixteen and at their wedding I met one of Eve's work colleagues, Stephanie, who I started dating, now and then, nothing serious because I was still in Sixth Form at school and she was on a work training placement. She was seventeen and so socialising in pubs and clubs was hit and miss. Even back in the eighties they were pretty strict on proof of age before being let into a club or being served at the bar in a pub. So we often met up with Roy and Eve and either had drinks and dinner at their house, or we would go to a restaurant as a foursome. So we socialised quite a bit.
Over time the relationship with Stephanie cooled, although we remained friends, but socialising with my brother and his wife continued for me. By the summer in which I was eighteen I would go around in the daytime or evening two or three times a week, just dropping by or going round to hang out, listen to music or watch TV. I had noticed over time that my visits in the evening would often be seen by Roy as an opportunity, to just pop out to see a mate and maybe go for a drink, seeing as how he was leaving Eve in such good company. I would go around to their house and increasingly it would just be Eve and myself. We talked about music, comedy TV shows and movies, drank beer or wine and laughed a lot. One night I asked her if she minded me coming around so frequently and said that I didn't want to be a pain in the arse. Eve responded most emphatically that I was not being a pain at all and she really enjoyed my company. We were sitting on the sofa and as she glanced at me she gave me a little and very sexy smile and I'm sure she blushed slightly. Our conversation started up again about some records we were currently listening to.
After that evening I began to notice little changes in Eve's demeanor and appearance. Conversations became a little bit more risque. Eve would bring up subjects like burlesque shows she had been to, erotic novels she was reading and movies such as 'Last Tango in Paris' and 'Belle de Jour' and when I said I had seen them she would smile and say something like: "Who would have thought it of the blue eyed boy?" In a gently teasing way. Also I noticed a couple more bouse buttons would be undone when we were alone, revealing her bra top or that she wasn't wearing a bra at all. She would lean towards me a little more frequently and move gradually closer to me on the sofa. Then one evening I went round to find Eve in the middle of trying on some outfits for a party she and Roy were going to at the weekend.
"You and help me choose an outfit." She said excitedly as she took me by the hand and led me upstairs to the bedroom.
Clothes were laid out neatly matched on the bed. A couple of cocktail dresses and skirts and tops.
"These are the options." She said a little nervously. "Now tell me your honest opinion, we haven't been to a party in ages and I want to look drop dead sexy."
"Oh," I said a little taken aback and instantly turned on, "Okay."
We looked at the clothing options on the bed. The longest skirt was knee length the shortest was a miniskirt and the same was true of the party dresses.
She started picking up garments and asking what I thought. I didn't know what I thought.
"Why don't you model them so I can see what they look like on?" I suggested.
Eve smiled and eagerly agreed that was I good idea. There was a pause while we both weighed up what the next step in this plan might be.
"I'll wait in the spare room while you change and you cat catwalk in when you're ready and looking fabulous." I said and left the bedroom. My body was tingly and my cock standing to attention. Eve already looked amazing and was aware of the little visual and verbal come ons, I couldn't wait to see her in her sexy party gear.
I waited in the spare room, which was a pretty decent sized room with a made up double bed. I'd stayed overnight in that room loads of times. I'd even had a few smooches and fondles with Stephanie on that bed. Eve called out that she was coming through and walked in wearing a very classy black sleeveless cocktail dress, with a neckline that gave a hint of cleavage and a hemline just above the knee. She looked impressive but she looked like she was going out to dinner with my mum and dad. She began posing like a catalogue model, we used to have a little joke, in those days, about the poses models struck in mail order catalogues and would do our own exaggerated poses for laughs. It was pretty funny.
"Not quite the look, huh?" She said.
"You look great," I replied, "but not as sexy as I've seen you on a night out."
