The Dark Side - Sex Stories

The Dark Side

The Dark Side Everyone thinks that what they believe is right. It’s the mind’s self-preservation response. Most people aren’t self-aware enough to know what they believe or how they came to believe what they do or if their beliefs are based in truth or not, however, so they fight, argue, and debate things without considering that their core beliefs might be flawed or wrong. People’s beliefs about religion, sex, politics, and race are so deeply entrenched, so inherent to a person’s identity; they just automatically assume that anyone who doesn’t believe the same things they do is wrong. Tapping into that core belief, fucking with it, challenging it is what the very best psychological Dommes do. They can ascertain a person’s core beliefs and manipulate that person’s mind until they are putty: broken and disoriented. That is exactly what happened to David Osterhaus when he encountered a Dominatrix who shattered his world and challenged everything he knew to be true. On the outside, David didn’t quite have it all but he had enough to be respected by his peers. On the inside, his entire life was a sham. Not a nerd, not a stud, Dave was somewhere in the middle. Standing 5’10”, 180 pounds, hair that was golden blond and curly for the first 6 years of his life was now mousey brown with lots of gray. Any given stranger could stand toe to toe with him and not remember anything particularly remarkable about him ten minutes later. He was 15 years into a 30 year mortgage that he was on ...

... track to pay off in 20 on a house that was soon to be an entirely too large empty nest. His wife of 20 some odd years was nothing great to look at; she wouldn’t make anyone break their neck trying to take a second look. Some people might even say she was boring but she was a helluva scrap-booker and she could make a crispy rice treat like no one’s business. Donna was nice enough and well-thought-of in the church and community, meaning, she served her purpose and that was to be a good wife and mother and complete the image of what life was supposed to be like for middle-class suburbanites. David’s youngest was off to college in a few months, meaning all three children would be in college at the same time, and the thought of paying yet another tuition for the next four or five years almost made him want to get in his car and start driving and never come back. He didn’t hate his job but he didn’t love it either. It was a source of income and little more than that. It more than paid the bills but he had enough debt that he couldn’t retire with no worries either. He had some savings, a retirement account, a few decent investments, a boat, and a classic muscle car he was restoring that gave him what little bit of joy he experienced in his day to day, mundane, routine, incredibly average life. Almost every day, certainly, every other day, David would head to his neighborhood bar to have a few drinks. It was a Cheers sort of place where everybody knew everybody else’s name and they all ...