I start with Peter’s version:
PETER ** PETER ** PETER ** PETER ** PETER **
PETER:
I’ve been divorced since 4 years now and live alone in my own house. My
story is nothing that I’m proud of to have carried out, but I couldn’t stop
it. One thing followed by another.
I’m grateful if you please try to see it from my point of view.
My Fortune opened the possibility for me, a 52 y o man, to almost
uninhibited play with a young, naked and undestroyed girl and I felt that I
must be on that train, when it left the station.
I have missed train before for the reason that I had not reacted in time and
I have regretfully learned my lesson.
In my mind there was an unequal struggle between,
on one side my conscience and what I’ve learned to be right and wrong and
utilization of a weaker part, and
on the other side my manly hormones that in my planning let my thoughts play
with a 32 years younger, slender, soft and beautiful girl and the
possibility to give body to my deep longing after unlimited power over a
obedient female. I had learned it as “a voluntarily obedient female”.
Guess which side that won?
First a little view of my background to my justification.
I was 20 y o when I had an immature and clumsy BDSM-play-relation with a
young girl (Sonja 16 y o).
She was more plain than beautiful, but she offered me pleasure and obedience
that I didn’t know existed.
It was she who opened up a window to and taught me about this strange World
of BDSM. She had learned it from another and older boy, but after that she
had been settled in the feeling of submission he broke up with her, finding
a new and undestroyed mind and flesh.
I found her sad and forlorn on a park bench outside his house, where he had
a new party. There was an empty place beside her and she unburdened her
heart to me, a stranger. She told me that she couldn’t live without him and
that he was so firm and comfortable for her.
In her disconsolation and missing of him she freely told me about their life
together and how wonderful it had been when he decided everything for her.
She proudly told me that she was his slave girl and had no worries in her
life. She had only to do as she was told and she felt a peculiar and
submissive nerve vibrate in her private parts and wanted more and more of
that feeling.
As a late teenager I had no idea of anything else than the missionary
position, but I was thrilled and bewitched by the feelings following the
thoughts of the complete power over a female, that she gave him. As his
slave girl she did absolutely anything that he told her to.
Everything of this was new and unknown to me and it spoke directly to my
dick, (cock) which began to see its chances and a way to be spoiled over all
senses.
We began a relation in the meaning that she moved into my home and I got the
impression that she had me on trial. The first three days we were only
friends, but then she opened up the window for me to see and enjoy this
other World.
Sonja taught me to be a Master and she gave me delights that I didn’t knew
existed. She was the most pleasant and female being that I ever have met.
And she gave the words SEX and DELIGHTS a new meaning. I was struck dumb
with her eagerness to serve me in any time of the day and that she always
wanted to give more.
When ever I found out a new game or a new way for me to enjoy her I just
told she and she made it be my reality. My enjoyment was the most important
thing for her. She said: “A slave girl lives only to make it pleasant in
every way for her Master!”
I thought that I experience everything with her, but later my inventiveness
improved and my former fantasies showed to be just the top of an iceberg,
when she wasn’t there anymore.
She repeatedly told me that she had absolutely no limits and that I had to
set them and that I also had to test her on that point. “I execute anything
that you order me to!”, “Your will is my law!”, “I love it when you test me
and take out all of my abilities”, “Don’t you worry about me, just think of
your self” and “I’m your eagerly and willingly tool to do with what ever you
wish”.
She wide opened a dominating world for me where she claimed that my will was
the only one that existed in my home.
She made my every boyish most madly sex dreams come true and I didn’t know
what was up or down. I tried to find new orders for her to fulfill and she
just performed what ever I could come up with. She was only 16.
She had very small breasts but I didn’t care. She had everything else that
was supposed to be found on a woman’s body.
And she was an expert in the art of giving pleasure to a man, thrilled up
many levels by her total obedience and exciting eagerness.
I hadn’t before, even heard about, that a girl could take a dick (cock) down
into her throat and keep it there and massage it for then man’s pleasure. It
surprised me to see my whole dick (18 cm = 7 in) disappears into her mouth
and that she had her lips in my pubic hair. She swallowed my sperm as it was
much longed-for nectar. And she always licked her lips as she wanted more
and licked my dick to make it clean or to entice it to give her more. I
didn’t figure out what the real reason was.
Very often she spontaneously open up her mouth and gave me with that a sign
that she wanted me to ORDER her to suck (blow) me.
She sucked me, licked my testicles, crutch and hairy behind as often as I
wanted her to do it and many times a day she begged of me to order her to do
it. She loved to lick and suck at my toes (even if that wasn’t my cup of
tea) and to wash my whole body from my feet to my neck with her tongue in a
very slow and thorough an-hour-and-a-half-process. She called it “my
body-wash”.
In the beginning I was terrible ticklish in my crotch and she had the look
of a naughty girl that trigged for a punishment. I soon got more used to
her sharpen and soft tongue and kissing lips, but the odd sensation of
tickling was still there.
She loved to wake me up in the morning with my dick in her mouth or her
tickling tongue deep in my crotch. Some time, when I was sleeping on my
stomach she found the out-way in my behind with her tickling and licking
tongue. Another time I woke up by her warm breath against my sensitive parts
just before I drowsy with sleep perceive what was going to happen. It was a
sensation that one could die for.
She told me that when I gave tasks for her tongue, lips, oral cavity and
throat she sunk into her own giving and timeless world and could keep going
for ever.
Punishment was not a big thing for us, (Read: To me) but sometime she
provoked me to put her over my knees, more as a gesture or a play. Or rather
she placed herself over my knees and presented her naked and wriggling
bottom to my attention. 4-5 times she wanted me to spank her in a teaseling
way with a birch-rod, that she produced and she wriggled more and more for
each hit and asked for more with: “Please, Sir, don’t stop”, “I will be a
good and obedient girl, Master!” and “I will do what ever you say, Master!”
A funny promises because she always did.
She reacted also by excitement when my hand hit her bare bottom and she told
me that it trigged her to be much more obedient. To stress her point of view
in the matter she said: “When ever you want me more obedient, just spank me,
Master!”
She also stressed that her bottom was always there for my hand or the birch
twigs. I was the one who held back on that.
She begged me to, each time openly ORDER HER to show my friends her respect,
when they arrived and when they left, by kneeling and soundly kissing
outside their jeans and over their private parts.
It was a way for her to show them their superiority over females but first
of all to get them to envy and admire me, who had her full attention 24
hours a day. Every time I had to loudly order her; “Show my friends your
respect!” and I knew that she loved these degrading actions in front of my
friends.
One time I forgot it when two of my friends were going to leave and she gave
me an evil eye of blame, but submissively nothing more. That remind me and
she got her order and winked at me before she threw herself to her knees in
front of Mattis and Gunnar and performed her self-created humiliating
mission.
I had an increasing numbers of manly friends those days. Wonder why! *Smile*
She was always fully dressed and she often overact her serving role and
openly told my guests that she was my slave girl to do with as I pleased and
that her only mission in life was to release my dick in any way I wished for
and that I could do anything to her that pleased me. She often stressed that
“My Masters wish is my command” and jokily “He only has to open his mouth
and then I do the same, but for another cause!” she teased them.
Gunnar said in open enviousness that he very much liked to try that mouth
and she answered instantly:
“If Peter orders me I will not refuse and it will give you pleasure beyond
your wildest dreams. But he is my Master and decides for me what to
do!”
I knew that she loved to give me the absolute power over her in front of the
boys. To point out that my will was the only thing that restrains anything
to happen in the room.
Probably was I the only one in the room that knew that she didn’t
exaggerated about the pleasure she was capable to give.
Still I could see her cheeks turn red when she told three of my manly
friends that I often trained her in obedience like a dog and that she naked
followed all my commands. She loved the envy she raised and after that, when
we were alone she was especially willingly and wet for me, if that was
possible.
Smilingly she noted that so many boys wanted to be my friends.
Sonja was the gift of God to Man.
When we had guests she stood up ready to serve me or sat at my feet, as if
she was ready to give me oral service at any sign for it. I knew she would
have done it openly and in a great show without hesitation if I had ordered
her. But I thought that her fully clothes and verbally and obedient
exhibitions were enough.
I must say that even I liked the eyes of jealousy from my friends, knowing
that any of them would have swap for my Master-role in a second. One of them
Anders asked if he could sit in a nook to observe when I trained my naked
slave girl, but I said NO.
Quickly I found that I was the one who must take responsibility for her
action, not she. She stressed verbally on front of my friends that she was
there only for me and that I could be released in any way I liked, how often
I wished and for how long as I wanted. It was only for me to command her.
She loved her long-time missions. I saw many pants bulged when she raised
and feed their fantasy images up to the sky.
Knowing that she had absolutely no limits I demonstrated my responsibility
when I (we) had guests at home. Though, it was a thrilling and exciting
feeling to know that only my restrictions prevent her from a naked and
total
submissive show by her own in front of my friends. Knowing that she had done
absolutely anything to make them envy her Master. That was also the reason
to let her be fully dressed when I had visitors. She had begged me to have
her showing more skin when we had guests but I denied her that. Before any
guest arrived I choose from her clothes, which she had put on the bed, what
she should wear and afterwards she put away all the other.
During two minutes-intensive months I experienced the heaven with her, but
was forced to temporary move from the town, when my mother died. But
temporary was transformed to perpetual and I didn’t move back. I have never
regretted anything more in my life.
In my hair-raising missing of her I understood that I had been gawky in my
attempt to be a demanding Master for her. She had very much more to give.
This I had to painfully regret during the coming years as I married,
divorced, remarried and divorced.
My wife no 1 offer me only lame trying to play in my newfound game so it was
my fantasy that saved me, but it also overthrow my both marriages. Most was
my own fault - all of it to be truthful.
My 2nd wife found my fantasy notes from my time after Sonja and that was too
much for her.
The more Sonja disappeared in my history the more I regretted all the things
I could have enjoyed her more. In a time when she gave me completely free
hands with her.
I couldn’t let go of all the trigging experiences of power and in my
imagination I refreshed them.
I searched contact with Sonja two times, only to find that she had changed
and was now more mature. She had two children and they were her life now.
She told me that there was no longer any room for “that childish nonsense”,
as she called our games. I felt tears of disappointment rolling down my
cheeks though I’m not a crying man.
I regretted again all the things that I hadn’t done with her, when she had
another point of view.
I sadly and philosophically found out that “Past times never returns and
can’t be copied, the parameters has always been changed!” /C)
In my longing for power I tried to influence a female co-worker into the
BDSM-world. When I had got her interested for a try she was on her way back
to her husband, after a short visit in freedom. I often wonder if that spark
was a lease of new life for them.
I succeed to persuade my first wife and negotiate about having her be my
slave girl in my game. But she just played her role to be nice to me and she
hadn’t the prime mover that I had seen in Sonja and that I thought was
necessarily. The voluntarily drive.
That was the way Sonja had taught me, that the woman herself wanted to be a
slave girl. This story will show a bit of a compromise in the signification
of the word “voluntarily”.
Those negotiate cost me a lot and she carry through her part of the game
mechanically and without her soul. If you understand my meaning I could as
well had had “The inflatable Barbara” (The plastic Doll).
No, the trigging experience of power was on ice and I could only get it to
live in my fantasy. My God, I regretted the entire thing I didn’t do with
Sonja, when she gave me the complete control over herself. She urged me to
use more of my imagination and stimulated me to do more with her, but the
blockhead, I ……
My fantasy played with the thoughts of training her in obedience
in the
presence of Per, one of my closest friends from
childhood-time. He would
have been trustworthy enough to not tell and I knew from later that he had
really enjoyed her dog-like training. Every position I could showed her body
in and any order she had obediently acted out, knowing he was watching. I
knew she would like it and so would he and I.
In discussions with my friends and co-workers my solid opinion has always
been that everyone decides for themselves as long as it is voluntarily. All
kinds of blackmailing I had, like everyone else, rejected. “Free will” is
words of honor.
//
Now closer in time:
I had had Micke as my best friend in many years now. It differs 19 years
between us. I’m 52 y o and he is 33.
We have worked together and delivered TV sets and stereo equipments to the
firm’s customer in many years. You carry in many different positions,
lifting, dragging and slanting 40 inches TV-sets from the truck and to 5th
floor when the elevator is out of order. In those situations it is essential
to trust each other.
Micke has many times said that he didn’t experience any difference in age
between us, more than that I have studied longer and lived longer. I see in
him a very good friend and mate. Actually one of me best friends as I have
only few now days. The only thing that really differs is our taste in music,
his I don’t understand at all and mine is more melodious.
We have talked very much in the truck during these five years, both about
our problems and our deepest thoughts.
Micke and I get on well and share the same opinions and are complementing
each other well. It is inevitable that one have an effect on each other in
different directions.
Deep discussions are one of our favorites. We often met after work and have
a beer together, or more. Our fantasies move in the same area.
Very early I told him dreamingly about Sonja and I also gave him advice in
how to handle a slave girl. It was partly new advices and ideas for him and
some even for me as well. I had no slave girl to practice them on so I had
to set with verbally living partly his life.
He started to joke about: “You know you have a slave-girl-school at home!”
I told him freely and honestly about my life and he gave me the possibility
to follow his in sharp verbally details. Very often in the truck he told me
about his new conquests and how they fell out. He never held back on details
and we had pleasure of it both him and I.
The concept “Slave-girl-school” become a joke between us.
We both knew that I DIDN’T have it, but we fool around and pretended both
that I had. Well I told him that I had plans for it but we both knew that
would stay at the planning level for ever.
I stimulated my own fantasies by “preparing” for a slave-girl-school in my
home, searching Internet for projects and suggestions.
When he met a girl that he could play this special game with I
came up with
suggestions and he answer: “You are the expert, you have your
slave-girls-school at home:” Then we both laugh loudly.
The last 2-3 years he steadily discussed the matter with me before he took a
drastic decision in his love life, as a second opinion. He told me that it
at many times had stopped him from just dash away and act.
Micke is a typical emotionalist and I am more calculating and logical.
Sometimes I’m ashamed over my cold calculating mind and would rather become
an emotionalist as he.
//
It was Friday evening and I watch TV in my loneliness when the phone rang.
It had done that earlier and then it was X-wife no 2 that had gabbled in
half an hour about negligible things that I not even remember. Intertwined
in her drivels she said something about her wish to return to me. She had
had some glass of wine so I didn’t even comment on that.
Honestly I didn’t know my answer. She had found my fantasy notes about BDSM
and left me for them and she was much too prudish to play in my kind of
game. She was raised to be a “good girl”. Perhaps the wine had open up a
door in her mind, I don’t know.
This call comes from Micke, who wanted to come over to me. He had a BIG
problem.
- Yes certainly! You are always welcome.
One hour later he sat in my guest chair and told me about his problem, that
later come to change my life to Eden or better.
I didn’t know that then.
He had been living with Tina (20 y o) 4-5 months now, even if that she had
her own flat as well. She was still madly in love with him, with a stress at
MADLY and was also totally without of limits, as Sonja - I thought.
Micke was a good-looking man and he had boyish image with a natural
attractiveness and had always an ironical glint in his eyes. Therefore it
was no surprise that the girls were attracted to him.
He on the other side had started to get tired of Tina after just a month.
She was as glue and he felt it like he couldn’t breathe.
He had told me that they very often played Master-slave-girl-roles and Tina
was a girl that took her role-play gravely.
He had told me about their games and I had suggested variations and
developments.
I, myself had only met her twice and both times in Micke’s home.
She unknowing, I knew all about her submissiveness and she hadn’t paid me
the same “respect” as Sonja had done with my friends. Well Sonja was unusual
in her showing off to start envious.
One thing I found trigging and intriguing was that I could give Micke
advices knowing that she was going to act them out later on the evening. It
gave my reposing feeling of power an extra kick.
When he later told me about Tina I automatically thought of Sonja. It seams
appeared as Tina also had that driving force, that she wanted to be a slave
girl and in a funny way enjoyed it herself. She had told Micke that for her
it was “the giving” and the feeling of self-devotion that incite her and
lead her up to an orgasm.
Tina was a girl just turned 20 and rather Nordic-like with a long and light
hair. She was slender and hardly smart in her head. This is not patronizing,
we are different as creatures. But she fitted into the template:
“Folish
Blonde” or Bimbo.
She was nice to look at with her long and slender legs and a visible behind
in her jeans. She had full breasts in my opinion.
Micke had told me the she bleached her light-brown hair and with that the
epithet: “Foolish Blonde” disappeared.
I knew that Micke had met another girl, which he thought fitted him much
better than Tina and that was the reason that he wanted to break up with
Tina. And now he feared for seeing her cry and didn’t want to disappoint
her.
Simply: He wanted to break up with her, but couldn’t do it.
He meant egoistically that for him it had been easier if she broke up with
him, but she wouldn’t.
This was a big problem for him.
//
Now we had reached the end of part one and also a turning point.
There is a LOT of work to translate a story.
If there are explicit interests out there for the rest of the story I will
continue otherwise I rest my case (fingers, eyes and mind).
/ Cecilita
cecilitaSv70@hotmail.com
