1. TRUE STORY! Who's Really In Control Here?!?


    Date: 10/10/2023, Categories: True Story Authoritarian, Blowjob Bondage and restriction Coercion Consensual Sex First Time Hardcore Torture, Author: Detroit_Rising, Source: sexstories.com

    I’ve had fun posting here, and these are two more of my real-life stories posted on this site:
    
    Never In a Million Years: www.sexstories.com/story/101292/
    
    - What Happens In Vegas ... : www.sexstories.com/story/101639/
    
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    At the time of this story I was closing in on 40 years old but still had the libido of a 16yo. Physically, I’m the nice-neighbor kind of guy who has a better than average Dad-Bod. My stomach is flat. My arms and legs are toned. I’m white with an olive complexion, 5’9” and just about 160 pounds, lots of dark hair, and green eyes. My shaft is a bit over 6-inches, fat at the base and has a nice G-spot hitting curve.
    
    So back then - about 20 years ago now - I joined an online “alternative” adult dating site. Pretty soon after I got way more than I bargained for! Within a couple days of posting my profile, this girl … a 29-yo woman at the time … answered my ad.
    
    I looked up her profile and it said something about her deep need to be punished. “Well, that’s kind of twisted,” I remembered thinking. I didn’t know anything about Doms and Subs and BSMD, but I was so hard up that I decided to play along and figure it out … it couldn’t be THAT difficult, right? I needed to get laid.
    
    About the whole Dom thing … I'm NOT AT ALL the violent type ... the idea of being a DOM perplexed me. For me, sex was always about sharing a relationship … about getting closer, showing affection, and giving and ...
    ... receiving love. It was never about dominance or power or control. But I needed a sexual fix, so I dove in.
    
    Via email, the woman and I hit it off right away.
    
    Here’s one reason; she made the early-internet-era mistake of having her name linked to her e-mail. Her real name! It was Joni, like from the old TV show Happy Days. It only took me about 5 seconds to look up her address. I sent her a really kind and unthreatening note to inform her of the rookie error. I even asked if she wanted to keep talking, or if my knowing who she really was caused her too much anxiety. My being honest helped her trust me, and that trust opened up a Pandora’s box of fun.
    
    We chatted on line, and then on the phone. “She sure doesn't sound weird,” I thought to myself as I hung up after our first live conversation. I expected somebody who wanted to feel pain during sex would exhibit some outward tells, but there wasn’t anything that stood out. I did learn that she’d been married and divorced, and that she was highly educated (Master’s degree) and a professional educator. A true upright person … with a secret. She sure wouldn’t want the school board finding out about this alternative life, eh?
    
    We agreed to meet. Literally she said, “Come by my house after school,” like she was setting up a play date.
    
    I worked for myself at the time, so it was easy for me to adjust my schedule. Joni lived about 5 miles from my house so I swung by on my way home from the office. She lived in a tidy little ...
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