As I knelt and bounced my mind wandered. It’s funny how people can get into situations that they could never see coming in their wildest imaginations. Situations that are the outcome of small, seemly insignificant events that happen to all of us everyday.  I was a perfect example of this. 

I was once a devoted wife and mother of one. At 38 I had been the archetypal, perfect soccer mom … yet here I was… kneeling on a floor; hands tied behind my back, gagged with a big red ball, topless with my nipples clamped and  linked together while I bounced up and down on a large vibrating dildo stuck to the floor.

Sitting in the chair next to me was Emily, the woman who became my Mistress. She was not yet 30 but already well on her way up the corporate ladder. She had several of her friends with her. They too were successful younger women. As they chatted back and forth casually they ignored me, as if the lewd display I was creating within mere feet of them didn’t exist. But it did exist and it was very real to me.

Every once in awhile one of them glanced my way when a moan or groan escaped my lips. Most of those looks were studied and cold, as if I was some lab experiment whose noises were rude interruptions of their conversation. If they mentioned me, it was a remark about my condition, usually a very cruel or mean comment. But I was used to that. It happened to me every day, at the grocery store, pumping gas or anyplace else I happened to be in public. Dressing like a total slut in public tended to draw out the worst in other women, but that had come to be my required clothing.

Mistress Emily had me displayed as I was because I was five minutes late. She’d told me to be at her apartment at six to prepare for her guests. Freeway traffic was awful and I hadn’t left myself enough time. The sad part was that I knew better than to be late. The last time I’d been late she’d spanked me so hard that I couldn’t sit for two days.

The buzzing of the vibrator was insistent, each downward stoke brought it in contact with my clit, increasing the sensation, bringing my passion closer to the boiling point. Having specific instructions not to cum, I had to do something to distract myself so I made my mind drift back…back to the beginning of my whole mess ….

 

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I was the ultra girl jock in college. Field hockey, softball, basketball and any other sport I could find that would keep me busy. Being a tall girl and a strong, lean 125 lbs. had got me precious few looks from guys. Most of them were looking for a big boobed cheerleader and my 34B’s at the time hadn’t qualified. My smart mouth hadn’t helped the situation either. I was not only a tomboy physically but my competitive attitude and combative nature turned off almost every boy I met within minutes… except for Joe.

I met Joe on the basketball court during a pickup game in the fall of my junior year. He had fire in his eyes back in those days and was even more competitive than I. After several games we ended up being the only two left on the court and we kept playing ‘til I reached the point of exhaustion.

Those meetings turned into a daily ritual for us, head to the court after classes and try to grind each other into the ground; usually it was me that had to stop as his stamina was amazing.

Slowly we got to know each other on a personal level also; he was funny at times and deep at others and he caught my attention like no guy ever had. For some reason Joe seemed to relish the challenge that I presented him, both physically and mentally. In the beginning there would always be a girl or two that came by to watch and flirt with him while we played but after three weeks or so they just stopped coming. The best part was that he hadn’t seemed to notice their disappearance.

One day after a particularly rough session he just asked me to go get something to eat. I said yes, not thinking that it meant anything, but it did. We talked and not just about sports. We laughed and I opened up to him in a way that I never had to anyone. It was our first date even though I hadn’t thought of it as that at the time.

After four more of these ‘dates’, we ended up in bed. It just happened. I was pretty sure that nether one of us planned it; at least I know I hadn’t. He walked me back to my room, my roommates were gone, and the bottle of wine at dinner was matched with one more in my room. Things progressed from there and before we knew it we were sitting on the bed, looking at each other.

He reached out and kissed me. I was in shock I guess as I just sat there like a lump. Joe pulled back without letting his hand slip from the back of my neck.

“Kiss me.” He said.

It was a simple command but the tone carried far more authority than the words. My usual response would have been to rebel against him but instead I melted. The kiss was amazing and my entire body jumped like it had been hooked into a wall socket.

Before long he was helping me to remove my blouse and then quickly my pants joined it in a heap at our feet. I was almost naked and his hands were everywhere. He remained fully clothed and resisted every attempt of mine to even remove a sock. There had never been a time in my life where I’d felt so vulnerable. I sat there and let his hands roam over my body with just my panties on. But for some reason being the only one almost naked in the room seemed to be a big turn on for me. There was a swamp between my legs and he hadn’t even touched me below the waist yet.

Joe toyed with my nipples, stretching and pulling, twisting and turning, until they were so sensitive any movement of his fingers anywhere around my breast caused a spasm between my legs and a moan to escape my lips.

After what seemed like an eternity, one of his hands drifted lower and grazed the top of my panties. My body shuddered in excitement as he guided my ass off the bed so that my panties could join the rest of my clothes on the floor. When Joe caressed my inner thigh and moved higher the sparks flew and at the first brush of my clit, I came, small and quick, but electric for me just the same. He pulled back gazing at me and smiled. When I looked at that smile I knew I was in love.

After my first orgasm it didn’t take long for Joe to finally shed his clothes and under the covers we went, making love for the first time. I wasn’t a virgin but there had only been two other guys so my sexual experience was very limited. I didn’t have much to compare against but I thought that sexually we did pretty well together. He was gentle at first, sliding his rock hard cock up and down on my clit before entering me.

As I became accustomed to his size the strokes became longer, faster and harder. His stamina in basketball seemed to carry over to the bedroom as he was a machine, pounding his cock into me time and time again. Finally with a last, wild thrust I felt him explode inside me, filling me with his hot cum.

After a minute he pulled out and lay next to me. I was covered in sweat and in such a wonderful state of being that I was unable to move. There was no way that in my wildest dreams I thought it could be that good. With Joe lying quietly next to me and cradling me in his arms there was a feeling of oneness that almost made me want to cry. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this man. It almost broke my heart when he had to get up and go back to his own room, but we both knew that this would be far more than a one night stand.

It was like nothing had changed the next day, we met on the court and played till everyone else had begged off. Then our one on one became much more physical than usual. His hands made contact with me, touching my breasts and ass as we played. I was embarrassed and swatted them away but he continued to grope me on the court. By the time we were done I was so horny that I grabbed him and we went straight to my room, where I kicked my roommate out and we fucked like animals on the floor for hours. It was the official start of our relationship.

As we grew closer, Joe began to be more creative in bed. Soon he was taking charge and telling what he wanted me to do or what he was going to do to me. Sometimes it would lead to some light bondage and always to wild lovemaking. He liked to spank my ass as we made love, I didn’t think much of it much at first but I got to the point where I liked him doing it.

We spent almost every waking minute together, never sleeping apart after that second night. It made me nervous at first when Joe stayed over as it was not hard for my roommate to figure out what we were doing after the lights went out. I know she could hear us and maybe even see shadows of movement in the dark. But she was a good sport about Joe’s continued presence and they even became good friends. Some mornings after exchanging pleasantries they would joke about the night before. She sometimes gave her version of a play by play that made me blush from head to toe. Joe merely laughed and joked about it with her, even telling her what he might do to me in the coming nights. By the time they were done I was crimson with embarrassment.

He began asking her if she wanted us to leave the light on, which drew terror from me, but she always deferred, saying she would rather listen and use her imagination. There was never a night in my room with Joe making love to me that didn’t make me wonder what she was thinking or doing in the bed not ten feet across the room from us.

Some nights we spent at Joe’s. His roommate loved me to spend the night and I am sure that he would masturbate listening to Joe and me. Each following morning He his big, shit eating grin said it all.

There was no doubt that he got several glimpses of my body during that year at school. Joe insisted that I sleep naked and even trying to be as modest as I could, I was often exposed.

When we were apart I would daydream about Joe and how he made me feel. After classes I would wait in the courtyard for him and I could see the gleam in his eye from across the way as he drew closer and knew it would be one of those nights. I so looked forward to those nights.

We married right after college and I became pregnant within months, giving birth to our only child, Amanda, nine months later. Joe was excelling in his career and I learned to love being the stay at home mom. He spent a lot of hours and energy on the job, away from us, but I felt we were happy. I filled the time by becoming the perfect mom.

As time went on Girl Scouts, dolls and swimming gave way to cheerleading, sleepovers and giggling about boys for Amanda. Chasing her around kept me in shape. The years passed and before I knew it I was suddenly about to turn forty. By then I weighed in at 140. A little curvier than during my college days but not bad for an old lady I thought. Add to that the 36C breasts that had come with Amanda and never went away and I turned heads like I never had when I was younger.

Outside of the bedroom we were the perfect suburban couple, me, the perky cheerleader mom and Joe, the barbequing, wise cracking father. Kids flocked to our house like flies. We were the center of the neighborhood for almost everything that happened. Block parties and weekend get-together’s were the normal state of affairs at the Dolan house.

As the years had passed our lovemaking slowed as it does with most couples, with life always seeming to get in the way.  Then, on a whim of Joe’s, we began to experiment with bondage, light at first but more stringent as we moved forward. Slowly the intensity of our lovemaking sessions grew. In the bedroom, Joe grew to relish a dominant role with me being the submissive. He brought home books and movies showing women being dominated and tied in ways I had never imagined. Some looked very painful, some not so bad, but they all had the same effect, we were both so turned on that we would go at it like animals.