The story of how I stopped being a married cuckquean and found my first real Dominant, Part 1. [BDSM, rough, M/f, long]

Several months ago, my life as a married submissive woman was put on hold. It's a long and complicated that took 6 parts to tell (which you can find in my Reddit history). The quick summary is that my husband and I decided that after 6 years of marriage and after 4 years of a D/s relationship, it was time for a break. You can skip the next section if you don't care about the details of my marriage.

From married to being a married submissive

We were already married for two years before I told him that I'd been suppressing submissive feelings and eventually wanted to live in a submissive role 24/7. He did his best to learn the ropes, and we had some fun with it for a little while, but I could feel that being a dominant wasn't in his heart.

It wasn't long after we went 24/7 that my husband expressed that he wanted some semblance of a vanilla relationship, but frankly, my heart wasn't into that anymore. I'd come to the realization that the vanilla part of my marriage was over it and I wanted to evolve into the submissive that I knew that I wanted to be. After a lot of figuring things out, we struck a middle ground where we agreed that I would live as a submissive 24/7 and that I would be relieved from all “non-submissive” responsibilities. In exchange, I agreed that he could take on a girlfriend.

Believe it or not, after a bit of learning, this worked out wonderfully for all parties involved. Eventually, however, his interest in our D/s relationship dropped down to nothing, and as you might have guessed our relationship dissolved at relatively the same rate that his relationship with his girlfriend intensified. It got to the point where external factors caused his libido to decrease, and for a highly sexual person like myself, it was devastating.

I was willing to stay loyal until he worked out his external issues, partially because I'm loyal, and partially because I was too scared to go looking for another dominant. I tried to keep busy running my massage therapy practice, but after about 4 straight months of being ignored sexually, we had the talk.

We decided to officially take a break and he opened my side of the relationship at my request. I was tired of waiting. With the break official, I had a chance to explore submission on my own since I'd first known that I was a sub.

I had a pretty active sex life before marriage and now, in my mid-thirties, I didn't want to put any effort into finding a fuck-buddy, I wanted a Dom. I was always jealous of the subs that I knew that had an experienced Dominant, someone that they didn't have to teach like I had to teach my husband. I wanted an experienced Dom that chose this lifestyle on his own.

The separation

Before I could really get on with my life, I needed to move out of the house. I just couldn't be free to explore while living with my husband. I still felt an enormous amount of loyalty towards him even if he didn't feel the same about me, and I knew I would still seek his approval. I needed out of the house if I was going to do any exploring on my own.

I moved in with my younger sister Karen (she is 6 years younger than me), who had recently moved to town. Last year she fell on hard times, a divorce on top of a job loss, and thought it was a good idea to move back home to regroup. I was able to give her a job at my massage therapy practice while she got back on her feet. It was great to get to spend quality time with my best friend again.

When I called her to tell her about the break, and that I was looking for a place to stay, she invited me to stay with her immediately. She knew about my lifestyle as I “came out” to her a while ago. She was very supportive of my choices. I knew I wouldn't have to hide anything from her, so I didn't hesitate to move in. She was renting a two bedroom apartment in a new development about fifteen minutes away from the clinic, which was perfect for me.

I was able to move most of my things in one day. I slept on the couch until a new bed could be delivered. We got along wonderfully, eating most meals together, splitting a bottle of wine over dinner, just hanging out and having fun. It was good to have her back and I didn't regret the move at all.

Finding a new Dom

I knew looking for a Dom wouldn't be easy. As a public-facing business owner I had to be discreet in my search. That is, I have all types of clients at my clinic that may not like the fact that I am into BDSM. There is definitely a stigma to it and I don't want to risk my income by “coming out” accidentally with an online profile.

I decided that I had to keep my search within the BDSM scene to which me and my now uninterested husband belonged. Since the time we started this lifestyle together, neither of us wanted to risk being exposed, so all of our BDSM friends were from a town a little over two hours away from us. We met them all initially through dropping a “munch” organizer an email asking for an invite to their monthly meet up. (For those that don't know a munch is just an informal gathering of Dominants and Submissives, usually at a bar or restaurant).

Through the munches, we made a friends in the community. My husband and I became pretty good friends with the organizers over time. The primary organizer of the group was a bar/restaurant owner and dominant named Leo.

Leo had been running the group with his wife help for the last 5 years. He is a great fit as an organizer because the munches are held at his cozy little Greek restaurant that he can afford to just close to the public on munch nights. He grew up in the area and had been in the lifestyle most of his adult life, so he had plenty of connections. He was well respected in the community and both my husband and I got to know him very well as he shared a lot of his knowledge with us as we learned.

After calming my nerves I decided to email Leo explaining the situation and asked him if he knew any Doms in the group interested in another submissive in a more-than-one-session capacity. The only reservation that I had was that I didn't want to be with anyone that my husband was “friends” with in the group, just out of respect for my husband.

To my delight Leo responded within the hour that he might have someone in mind to introduce me to and that he would get back to me. Later that week, Leo emailed me back just clarifying that I wasn't looking for anything serious, and asked a few questions about my preferences. He also asked for a recent picture that he could provide to his contact.

A few days later I got word that his friend was interested and agreed to meet me at the next munch. The catch was that he already had a sub and he wanted to make sure that I was okay with that. This is actually pretty common in the BDSM community, and I didn't have any issues with it. I let Leo know.

I asked for a little information about his friend and he happily obliged. His friend, Ron, was one of the Leo's older friends in the community. I hadn't seen him at the munches as he was deployed doing military service, but he'd been around the last 6 months or so getting back on his feet. He was experienced, and open to meeting new play partners. (A play partner is kind of a “friend-with-benefits” in the BDSM scene). This suited me just fine. I agreed to meet, and we planned to meet at the next munch.

At dinner that night I expressed to Karen how nervous I was finally putting myself out there again. She knew exactly what I was talking about after her recent divorce and asked if it would help if she went to the munch with me. She knew from our previous conversations that the munches are pretty laid back, just usually chit chat and not much more, so she figured it would just be a night of hanging out with her sister. I figured it would make it better, plus it would make the long drive to get there go faster so I invited her along. Honestly, ever since I came out to her she was very curious about BDSM and I figured a munch is a safe way for her to get exposure to the scene.

Meeting Ron Karen and I both threw on cocktail dresses for the munch. Leo liked to keep things a little classy and we didn't want to disappoint. On the car ride out she kept me calm by asking tons of questions about people that I know there, proper etiquette, etc. She was great, and made me feel like I really know my stuff. It hit me how much I learned since my husband and I first drove to our first munch. It also made me kind of sad to make this trip without my husband for the first time.

When we arrived, we were purposely about 30 minutes late. I didn't want to be the first ones there as I was already going to be nervous enough. I knocked on the back door (we used the back door for munches) and was greeted by Leo's wife Megan. She acted excited to see me and enthusiastically gave me a huge hug. I introduced Megan to Karen and we all headed into the restaurant together.

Karen and I grabbed a seat at the bar, ordered two glasses of red and surveyed the room. I pointed out Leo, the organizer, and a few other people that I knew. I told her to stay away from the guys that were friends with my husband as I didn't want them digging for information on me. I knew if we just stayed put Leo would eventually come over to greet us and I would get my introduction to the mystery man. I told Karen that if we get split up and she needed rescued to just text me and I'll be over ASAP. Karen didn't seem worried. She'd always been more social than me and commented that the people there were a lot calmer than the bar goers that she was used to dealing with.

About half way through our second glass of wine, Leo made his way over to me. He gave me a big hug and I introduced him to my sister. He asked if there was anything that he could get us and we told him that we were fine. Leo told me that his friend should be there shortly and sat and talked with Karen and I until he arrived. It was great to get so much of Leo's time, I felt like he really cared about me as I knew he was going the extra mile.

About 15 minutes later, he looked up at the door and exclaimed “ah! He's here!” I looked over at the door to see Megan giving him a hug as he came in the door. “He's name is Ron, and that's his girlfriend Jenna.”

Ron was handsome in a rugged sort of way. He was tall and fit, about 6'3 and 200lbs. He towered over Megan and Jenna as they exchanged pleasantries. His medium length dark hair was done perfectly and his beard was groomed to something a little more than a 5 o'clock shadow. His green eyes exuded confidence as he surveyed the room.

I was excited to finally see Ron, the man who could possibly end my sexual drought. I got a little nervous however, when I saw his girlfriend Jenna. She was about 10 years younger than me, and just prettier in every way. She was by far the youngest woman in the room and all of the men in the room noticed her at some point that night. She was about 5'5, 115lbs, with long curly black hair, c-cup breasts and a tight little body. “Why would he be interested in me when he has that?” I thought to myself. I'm taller (5'7), heavier (135), older, my breasts are…well they don't compete with Jenna. What would he see in me?

Megan glanced over at Leo and he motioned to them to come over. “Here goes nothing huh Heather?” Leo laughed as he put his hand on the small of my back and waited for Ron to approach. He stood up to greet Ron with a handshake, gave Jenna a hug, and gave Jenna his seat. It was a little awkward sitting there next to Jenna as Ron and Leo talked. I decided to end the awkward silence by introducing myself to Jenna.

She was very polite, but not very talkative. She answered my questions but didn't ask any questions back. She was engaged, and like I said, polite, but I got the feeling that she was holding back on purpose (under orders maybe?). Finally Leo introduced me to Ron.

Ron was a gentleman. I stood up to greet him as he shook my hand. The first thing that he told me was that he liked my dress. I thanked him for noticing. He told me to please sit back down. I did, and introduced him to my sister. He re-introduced us to Jenna and he bought us all a round of drinks. We started with small chit chat. We talked about the weather, the drive up, just feeling each other out. Ron must have seemed to be sane enough for Karen because after a few minutes of talking she excused herself because she wanted to “mingle.” Leo left with her to introduce her to some of the other newer members.

That left Ron, Jenna and I at the bar. Alone. Jenna not really saying much, just sipping her wine and smiling at us with Ron and I doing all the talking. If I could find a problem with Jenna, it was that when she smiled she showed too much of her gums above her teeth, and not any of her bottom teeth. I'm embarrassed that my mind went there, but I honestly I was just looking for a fault in her to make myself feel a little less nervous.

While we were talking Ron did all the right things. He was very polite, and a good listener. I really don't go for the type of Dom that assumes that I am their subordinate or that I will serve them or treat them with respect that they didn't earn. It's a sure sign of a newer Dom if you ask me, and Ron was certainly showing his experience in treating a woman correctly. There are few things that I won't do for a man, if I like him, and he was putting a good foot forward.

We kept the small talk going for a while. Ron expressed interest in my personal life, what I did for a living, hobbies, other interests. I kept glancing over at my sister to make sure she was okay and eventually I stopped doing that as she looked even more comfortable than I was. I noticed that Leo had left her and she was talking with a group of people that I didn't know.

When Ron gave me an opening I asked him about his personal life. He was pretty forthcoming, but I did hit on a touchy subject that we really couldn't talk about: his military service. In his late 30s, I figured that he was old to be in the military so I figured he had to have a high rank but it wasn't anything that he wanted to talk about. “I'm done with that part of my life.” he said. He now worked as a type of salesman for a financial services company. His job was to basically entertain wealthy people that were interested in wealth management, get them all buttered up, and then pass them off to “the closers” to get their business. He would take them to baseball games, football games, concerts, anything the client wanted. It sounded like a fun job, and he certainly had the charisma for it.

Jenna mostly sat their quietly listening to our conversation. The only real read I could get on her was that she had a lot of patience. She was either bored and a great actor, really interested in what we had to say to each other, or content with not being part of the conversation. Eventually, Megan came over and asked me if I could help her with something. I agreed and followed Megan back to the restroom.

She didn't need help, she was just curious. She asked me what I thought of Ron and I tried to play it cool. I told her that he seemed nice and I wouldn't mind getting to know him more. She called bullshit immediately (we were close enough for her to be honest with me). She told me that she saw how I was looking at him and that she already knew he got me. She laughed about it a little, but then just came out and told me that “I've known him a while…he's very charismatic isn't he?!” she asked. “Leo tells me that girls will will approach him regularly when they go out alone. There's something about him.” Megan said. I agreed with the last part.

“Yeah I can see that,” I said. “Plus he's charming, he seems like he cares, and actually listens to what you say!” Just from our initial conversation, I knew that I liked him. “So….” I tried to change the subject a bit, “he knows what he's doing?” “Ha!” Megan giggled and replied “You told Leo what you were looking for, and he wouldn't have set you up with him if he didn't know what he was doing. I've known a few of his former subs and they never had any complaints in that area.”

“And what about Jenna?” I asked. Megan smirked. “She's nice, and you've seen her…obviously pretty…but she has no personality. She's a trophy of his, he likes to show her off, bring her around his clients at work. She's low stress, but in terms of a sub she isn't very adventurous. That's why he's looking for someone a little more experi…” I get it, I interrupted, feeling relieved to at least know why I had a chance.

I got back to the bar and my seat was still open. Ron was still there but Jenna had disappeared. I took that as a good sign. Karen was now talking with a man, and gave me an “I'm okay” look when our eyes met as I was making my way back to my seat next to Ron. “Welcome back Heather.” Ron said gently as I came back. The way he said it gave me goose bumps.

Before I could sit, he continued: “I'd like to get to know you more…will you join me at a table? The tables were at the back of the restaurant, away from the loudness of the bar. There were round booths against the wall, and Leo liked to keep the noise down back there so it was a good place to talk.

We made our way back, each of us taking a few polite seconds to say a quick “Hello” to the people that we knew. Everyone is pretty friendly there and I certainly didn't want to be rude. When we finally made it back to a booth, Ron allowed me to get in first. Ron slid in next to me and put our drinks from the bar on the table.

This was our conversation as best as I can remember it:

Ron: Well Heather, has the evening gone well? Me: So far…I said. This is my first time here without a Dom and I thought I'd feel weird, but I don't. Even my sister is fitting in.
Ron: Yes it's a good group. I plan on coming to every single one of these now that I'm back. So…where do we go from here Heather?

Ron put the ball in my court.

Me: Well…Leo told you that I'm looking to explore a little, right? Ron: Explore?

Ron smirked.

Me: You know, serve another Dominant. I mean my husband was my first and I kind of want to see what else is out there.

Ron: I see. What are you looking for that your husband didn't give you?

I noticed his mood shifted from “chit chat” to have the mood of an interview. I was happy to oblige.

Me: Well, the dynamic was weird from the start. I got him into BDSM, he went with it…but it never felt like he was into it 100%. Then he got his girlfriend and that changed the dynamic again.

Ron: I see, so he had is feet half in and half out of the water?

Me: Exactly. I was ready to start talking divorce if he didn't agree to be a Dom. I mean I really craved that power exchange in my life. I couldn't take it anymore. I forced it a little and I guess it didn't turn out the way I wanted.

Ron: Was he just not into what you were into?

Me: Not as much as me anyway. But he tried, and I loved him for that.

Ron: So what didn't he like as much as you?

Me: He just didn't take things far enough I guess. It's hard to explain, but I think it comes from how we developed our relationship. It started off vanilla, we developed feelings for each other, and then I tried to flip a switch on him. I think our previous relationship interfered with our new one.

Ron: I see…and you're looking for someone to take things farther?

Me: Apparently.

I laughed, not having really verbalized all of that before.

Ron: And in what areas do you want things to do farther? What aspects of serving do you really enjoy?

Me: Well…

I was a little embarrassed and didn't want to turn him off. I paused for about 30 seconds.

Ron: Heather, you need to open up to me and tell me what you are looking for…I'm not going to guess.

That was the first time he was a little stern, but he had a good point. I figured I better answer him…the worst that could happen was that he could leave.

Me: Okay well I've always loved the humiliation side of things. For me, it all ties into that. Feeling embarrassed, degraded, used. I just want to be put in my place by someone better than me. Someone that I respect.

Ron: And what is that place?

Me: Well I want to be useful, to please someone above me…with…whatever they want. I want to be an asset to someone that wants someone to use for their pleasure…whatever or however that means.

Ron: So this is sexual for you?

Me: Oh very, but not only, it's mental too. Honestly I haven't been used sexually in a while and it's gotten me a bit depressed.

Ron: I see, is there anything that you'd like to avoid with a Dom?

Me: I don't think that's fair to be honest. I just can't say I want to be used for enjoyment, however someone else wants, but then put limitations on that use. Of course there are limits to what I will do, but I feel like that's what safe words are for.

Ron: That makes perfect sense.

I was hoping that I was making a good impression. I decided to ask him about himself a bit.

Me: And you Ron? What are you looking for from someone like me?

Ron: I'm looking to explore as well Heather.

Me: Oh? But you've been at this a while?

Ron: Sure, I've had my fun, but I'm always looking for something new…if that something seems like more fun.

Me: And do I seem like fun?

Ron: In some ways.

Me: Some?

Ron: Well I'm already seeing Jenna. She's submissive, but she's new. She is beautiful, smart, fun, loyal to me sexually, and at 22 years old she can't even rent a car yet. I don't take things too far with her because I don't want to push her away. I've tried…and her reaction just isn't good. I can get sex from this beautiful young woman anytime I want. I can have my trophy girlfriend on my arm at a party in the drop of a hat. I kind of have that covered and you aren't “fun” in those ways to me.

He was brutally honest. And she was only 22? She was MORE than ten years younger than me! Ouch.

Me: So she's younger than me, prettier than me…why did you want to meet me?

It was my turn to be direct.

Ron: I want someone to fill the gap. To do for me what she isn't ready to do yet.

Me: Just more intense?

Ron: Basically. Harder sex, more bondage, more pain play, more fetish play.

Me: Well that seems understandable.

Ron: Are you interested?

Me: Definitely.

We finished things up by talking about disease/drug history. Neither of us ever had anything but it was something that we needed to discuss. Leo asked that we both bring recent STD tests in anticipation of what would come. I won't bore you with these details any more but I think it's important to just mention.

Ron: Any more questions Heather?

It was late, about midnight now and there were no signs of Leo or Karen. Of course I had 100 more questions, but I didn't want to seem needy or desperate. I knew if things worked out I would get my answers soon enough. Plus, I trusted Leo and Megan's judgment wholeheartedly and they both vouched for him.

Me: Well…what happens next? Ron checked his phone.

Ron: We'll it's getting late and I have other people that I want to talk to. How can I contact you Heather?

I went in my purse and fetched him a business card. I told him that if he ever wants to make the drive down I'll give him a massage “on the house.”

Ron: That's an option. Ron used that voice again that gave me chills.

We said our goodbyes and Ron headed off to find Jenna. I stopped over to see Karen and told her that we could go when she was ready. I headed to talk to some other old friends while Karen finished up her conversation with lone man that she was now talking with. About 30 minutes later we were out the door on the way home.

When we got to the car Karen and I both spilled the beans about our night. It turns our Karen was talking to one of Ron's friends. It seems like Ron knew a lot of people there but she said that this guy hung out with Ron a lot outside of the scene. I wasn't sure if it was a big coincidence or if Ron was just popular. She explained that he was newer to scene and that's why Leo introduced them. “Well…..?” I asked. “We'll what?” she giggled. “Did you get his number…? I asked. “Of course.” she said with a grin.

The Massage

A week passed, and I didn't hear anything from Ron. Megan had already gotten the call from the man that she met at the munch, Trent. They arranged for a date the following Friday and it sucked sitting home alone that night while Karen went on her date. Finally, a week later, Ron called the office. Karen answered and booked the appointment for the following Saturday at 5PM.

I was ecstatic to hear that he'd booked. I spent the next few nights thinking about our future, and even a little nervous that my massage wouldn't meet his expectations. Finally, Saturday at 4:45PM, Ron came in the door. I was in the back turning the room over but I listened as Ron checked in with Karen. She had him fill out his medical history (so I knew about any tender areas, or areas where he needed work) and wait for the appointment at 5. I made him wait until exactly 5 and went to greet him.

He was just as I remembered him. Except this time he was dressed a little more casual. I called him back, he greeted me with another handshake, and I escorted him back to the room. We discussed his medial history, found out where he wanted me to focus, and excused myself from the room so he could change.

When I came back Ron was on the table under the sheet as instructed. I was nervous but I had to give him a disclaimer: “I know what we talked about at the munch, but this is my place of business. I will not do anything on this table that would violate proper business ethics. We can talk about anything you want to talk about, but this goes no further than a massage in this room.” Ron took it well, saying “I know why you said that, and I completely understand.”

He blew me away with his response…he made me feel so comfortable around him!

The massage was uneventful physically, as you might expect, but we did do a good 30 or so minutes of talking during the 90 minutes that I had him on the table.

He told me that he thought about things and that he'd like to see me the following Thursday night at his place, about an hour from the clinic, at 8:00PM sharp, I agreed of course, and he went over some ground rules that I should follow on Thursday:

1. I was to call him “Sir.”
2. Jenna would be able to be at all of our sessions depending on whether he wanted her there or not.
3. Jenna would also be able to participate in any of our scenes, again, as his discretion.
4. He gave me a safe word, and told me the number one rule is that I should safe word freely as he didn't want me doing anything that I didn't want to do.

Of course, inside, I didn't want Jenna around, but it didn't sound like I had a choice if I wanted to be with Ron. I agreed to his rules without much discussion.

We talked a little bit about Trent and Karen, apparently Trent really liked Karen. From my discussions with Karen, I knew she was just looking for some fun. I didn't tell Ron, however, as I didn't want to show any of Karen's cards without her permission.

The massage ended and Ron thanked me for a wonderful session. He left me a generous tip, wrote his address on a piece of notepaper, and headed home. I wanted to go with him that night of course, but again I'd have to show patience.

I was so happy that I took Karen out for dinner that night and told her the news. We spent the evening guessing at what he had in store for me. It was a fun night.

I decided that I needed to wear something visually appealing and ready for a night at a high end restaurant or some similar location. I ended up putting on a dress from Agent Provocateur (my favorite clothing line at the moment), called the Willow. It was sexy enough, but not overly slutty if I had to wear it out.

My first session with Ron

It felt like it took weeks for Thursday to come, and when it came I was bursting with excitement. I left my house at 6PM for the hour and fifteen minute drive. He wanted me there at 8, but I wanted to make sure I wasn't late. I made it up to his place without issue around 7:30. The development the house was in looked pretty new, about 10 or so years old. The neighborhood felt safe at least, and it was in a pretty good part of town.

I did a slow drive-by of his house and saw two cars in the driveway: an SUV and a Jeep (the off-road kind). The Jeep was adorned with a bunch of bumper stickers like “Silly boys jeeps are for girls” and “Jeep girls do it in the mud.” I assumed the Jeep belonged to Jenna, but I couldn't be sure.

The road his house was on ended in a cul-de-sack. I spun around at the turnaround and drove back up the road a little, turned around again so I was facing Ron's house and waited until it got closer to 8:00. At about 7:50 I could see someone got into the Jeep and was driving towards me. I tried to hide in my seat as much as I could while still getting a look at the driver. It was Jenna.

At 7:57 I moved my car into his driveway, not rushing too much, and rang the doorbell the second my iPhone turned to 8:00. I was sure as a Dom and a ex-military man, he would appreciate my punctuality.

It took about 20 seconds for Ron to answer the door. He was looking at his watch when he answerd. He commented “Punctual. I like that.” I put my head down and responded “Yes Sir.” He wearing a button down shirt and a pair of jeans and I knew I'd overdressed.

“Good” Ron said, “come in.” I did as ordered. “You can put your things on the end table and come with me.” I put my purse down and followed him down into the basement. As I looked around the house it was clean, modern, and well kept. It was pretty big, especially for a single guy.

“No second thoughts Heather?” Ron asked in what I will now refer to as that voice, the one that made me shiver. “No Sir, none at all.” I replied. “And do you remember your safe word?” he asked. I responded “Roar, Sir.” and he acknowledged it as being correct.

“Jenna isn't here tonight, it's just you and I.” Ron informed me. He continued “But I don't have a lot of time.” I was disappointed but still eager to spend time with him.

When we reached the bottom of the stairs I could see that we were in his dungeon. My heart skipped a beat as I took it all in. He had a lot of equipment, and an impressive collection of furniture as well. I could tell that he'd been at it a long time and spent a lot of paychecks on putting it all together. The floor was all hardwood, and the walls were painted a lovely dark red. The room was well lit, but not overly bright. Immediately I noticed an X-cross with a cage attached to the back, a bondage bed, and stocks. Then I saw he had a rack that hung all of his tools from: There were a ton, among them I saw Bondage cuffs, a hood, a spreader bar, different gags, various whips, floggers, and even a straightjacket. Next to the rack he kept a good bit of rope.

Ron lead me to the middle of the room and picked up a small video camera and turned it on. I stood there as he rotated around me, getting at 360 degree shot of me. “I like that dress Heather.” he told me, “Thank you Sir.” I responded.

He told me to stand at attention, hands behind my back, looking at the floor. I did as ordered while he took off his clothes. The next thing I saw come into view was his lower body, from his feet up to his abs. He looked as good as I would have figured. Broad shoulders, no gut, muscular legs. He took care of himself and it showed. His cock was flaccid, but still it was a solid 5 inches or so. If it grew like my husband's, it would be way bigger when hard.

“Do you like what you see Heather?” Ron asked. “Yes Sir” I replied. “Good” he said as he pointed towards the ground. I played a little coy, but I knew what he wanted. He adjusted his look at me, this time more sternly and pointed towards the ground again. Still fully dressed, I knelt.

“This session will be short,” he said looking down at me, still video taping. “Think of this as your audition. If you can please me tonight, you can please me again.” He was standing there, his cock now about 6 inches from my face. I responded “Of course Sir.” “Good, girl” he said. “You have 20 minutes to get me to cum.” Ron said as he arched up and rubbed his cock across my face. “Yes Sir.”

I wet my mouth and gently placed my lips on the tip. I wanted to remember this moment, so I tried to be present and in-the-moment as much as I could. I slowly licked the tip and felt his cock bounce around my tongue as I circled his head. It slowly started to grow, and as it grew I started to suck a little harder. I had 20 minutes of this and I wanted to make it last all 20.

When his cock got fully hard I knew it was bigger than my husband's, or most men that I had been with. I'd estimate somewhere around 8 inches, and THICK. I lifted his cock and worked my way down to his balls. I gently sucked on his balls while I stroked his cock and listened to him start to breathe a little heavier. I could tell he was enjoying it and I really wanted to impress him so I worked my way under him and moved towards the back of his balls. He opened his legs a little as if to give me the go ahead.

I started to widen and increase the power of my tongue as it swirled around his balls. Once every few swirls I would reach my tongue out to his asshole and slide back to his balls. I made sure that I kept his cock hard with my hand while I was using my mouth or tongue anywhere else.

Ron didn't give me any direction so I figured I must be doing fine. After a little while of that, I figured I should stop with the appetizer and get back to the main course. I moved my mouth back to his shaft and started to focus on it. I started out sucking as deep as I could. I went slow as I didn't want to trigger my gag reflex. As time went by I increased my speed and went a little deeper on the depth. I slowly built up my speed and my depth until I was as deep as I could go. I got about ¾ of his cock into my mouth before my gag reflex would start to trigger so I backed off. I could tell from Ron's moans that he liked the job that I was doing.

It was shortly after that that Ron put his hands on the back of my head and pushed my head over his cock deeper than I would have liked to go. He kept pushing harder and harder until it was obvious that he wanted me to take him all the way down.

For the next few minutes he was in total control. He ordered me to put my hands behind my back. With one hand kept recording and with the other he pulled my hair so that my mouth moved onto his cock. I didn't have my hands to catch my slobber anymore so I felt a large stream of spit start to collect on my chin.

He was going fast enough that I didn't have time to recover but he was going slow enough that I felt every thrust. I started to feel a little sweaty and a small tingle in my stomach. It felt like his cock was penetrating about 2 inches into my throat and actually hurt a bit…but it wasn't anything that I felt I couldn't take. Eventually after another 30 seconds or so of this treatment I started to gag pretty badly, which I thought would get him to ease up a bit. To my surprise, he didn't let up, he did start going a little slower but his thrusts became more powerful. At that point, I just couldn't control my gagging anymore. I could feel that I would puke if he didn't stop. I wondered if that's what he wanted.

Regardless of what he wanted, I knew I was going to lose the battle eventually so I just let it go. I closed my eyes and felt a large warm pool of liquid erupt from my stomach. It came out with such force that some of it traveled into my nose. I tried to clear my nose so I could breathe, but just as I got it cleared more came up. With each heave, Ron pushed my head back over my body, making sure that most of the liquid landed on me instead of the floor.

This continued for another 30 seconds or so until my stomach was empty. Ron paused every so often to let me catch my breath, but didn't stop until all of my heaves were dry.

Satisfied with my performance, Ron told me that I could finish him and that I could now use my hands again if I wanted. Without thinking I got my hands up around his cock and started to go as hard as I could. I had my fist around his shaft and my mouth attached to the end of my fist. I was doing hard, fast strokes trying to get him to cum. My neck was starting to hurt and arm was getting tired but there was no way I was going to stop. We were too close to the 20 minute mark and I knew he meant business about the time limit.

After what was likely just about another 60 seconds, Ron grabbed the back of my head with his cock still in my mouth and told me to stop moving. He slowly moved my head back and forth over his cock a few times until I felt his cock get even harder than it already was, and start to pulse. I new he was going to cum and I closed my throat to prepare.

Ron pulled me forward onto his cock as he started to cum. I felt his initial spurt hit the back of my tongue. Despite what I had just gone through, I could tell that his cum tasted a little saltier than my husband's. He let about 5 more spurts go into my mouth, each spurt getting smaller than the last. I held it all in my mouth until Ron took my head off of his dick.

He put his finger under my chin: “Show us” he said, pointing the camera into my mouth. I looked up at him and opened my mouth. Trying to use my tongue to lift his cum towards my teeth so he could see. “Very good, now swallow.” he said. I did as told.

Ron looked over at the clock and told me that he was done with me for the night and that I could clean up. He threw me a towel. I couldn't believe that he wanted me to leave, but I didn't want to question him. I dried off what I could from my dress, pantyhose and shoes using the towel. I was still pretty well covered with my puke but I was clean enough to stand up and walk to the bathroom without getting anything on the floor. I didn't touch the mess that was left on the floor, hoping that he would take care of it.

I cleaned up as best as I could, assessed the damage to my dress (ruined) and shoes (ruined), and got out of the bathroom in under a few minutes. I didn't want to linger, as I figured that he wanted me out of there.

When I left the bathroom, Ron walked me to the door, gave me a kiss on the forehead and watched as I walked to my car. As I drove away I saw him closing the door.

The hour long ride home was spent with the windows open. Luckily it was pretty warm that night so I didn't have to deal with the smell. I took stock of my emotions and really felt pretty satisfied. I didn't feel exactly “perfect” or anything like that, but I felt like I'd finally been used in a way that exited me, and I felt my service was sufficient. I was eager to see what he thought of my performance and what our future sessions would be like.

When I got home, Karen was still awake and saw me in my now hideous looking dress! “Oh!” she exclaimed. “I don't want to talk about it” I told her, laughing, as I took the dress off and put it in the trash. “I loved that dress!” she said. “Me too” I said matter-of-factually as I tied the garbage bag closed so the smell wouldn't permeate the apartment. “Well are you okay?” Karen asked concerned. “Truthfully…” I said as I walked towards the bathroom to get a shower, “I haven't felt this good in a long time.”

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