We had dated briefly but we were at different places in life. You were focused on career while I was already established. My desire to explore sexually didn’t match with your libidio that could be forgotten the instant you had a stressful deadline. I tried my best to relax you and encourage a more sexual relationship, but you were too determined to climb the ladder and had no time for pleasures of the flesh. We split amicably, and both found success in what we were looking for.
Some time later, when a chance happy hour meeting brought us together, we found it easy to to lose ourselves in conversation about how the years had treated us. Both wiser and more settled, life had been good to each of us. At some point, you asked me if i had found anyone special to explore with. I had learned a bit, having had partners and friends that were into the local BDSM and fetish scenes.
“So like 50 Shades or Grey or something,” you said giggling.
“Heh, I’m not sure how realistic that is, but something like that. I’ve found a bit of a liking for dominating a willing sub,” I replied.
“So you just find someone with nothing else to do but be your sex slave?” you asked.
“Well no. I don’t live the lifestyle, although some people do. I just like to enjoy an evening or weekend with someone.”
“And what do you make them do?”
“Well, you remember I like ropes and knots. Also orgasm control, using toys and some discreet public display stuff.” Then I half-jokingly say, “I could show you, if you like.”
“Uhh no,” you say with an eyeroll. “I don’t give up control, remember.”
“Oh, I remember,” I said with a little sarcasm in my tone. “But my favorite partners have always been control freaks. They’re a challenge to train, but so sexy once they are. It takes them so far out of character that they become puddles in my hand… and also cum puddles in my hand.”
You falter a little here and conversation drifts. I could see that you were flustered now. The night ended shortly after with each of us going our separate ways but promising to catch up soon.
……
Later, as I was walking into my apartment, I recieved a text. It was you and there were only 3 words….
“Train me, please”
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