I’d known Nicki for a couple of years after we met through a site called Locanto. We’d had some fun encounters but she didn’t seem interested in fooling around with me any more. Perhaps I was a bit old for her; she’s somewhere in her 30’s and I’m the wrong side of 50. I’m in great shape, run regularly etc but at 5′ 10′, 66kg and balding I’m certainly not most women’s idea of a handsome desirable guy.
Nicki and I had fallen into a pattern of just catching up for the odd platonic lunch. I loved to hear of her adventures and she said she enjoyed having someone to talk to, who was non judgemental and with whom she could really open up. I think she also loved to tease, and I loved to be teased.
Over one of our lunches she spoke of a failed attempt to hook up with a guy to pursue her bondage fantasies. He’d advertised seeking a partner in crime and they’d had a couple of attempts to tee something up with a professional dominatrix. He’d dicked her around a little (and had wanted her to pay half) and she’d called it off. I commiserated of course and after drawing her out on what she’d like to explore, magnanimously offered to help her out if she’d like.