I Always Wanted a Pony

Power

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Sightings

There is this female Realtor that comes into our store occasionally. She is always perfectly outfitted in her style of dress. Business skirts and blouses or a business dress matching perfectly. Perfect hair and make up. Perfect professional demeanor - an almost cold detachment to personal interaction but what is necessary to conduct business. She is about 50 with a 50 year old woman's body. It is not perfect but she is sexy to me. Her most obvious attribute (which she does play to her advantage) is her legs. Great legs.

Legs I want to spread open to explore and touch and saviour.

I had a fantasy about her last night. I was on a call to her house to fix her computer and her high level of professional control began to soften as we talked and I discovered that this hard headed business woman wanted to not to be in control all the time. She wanted permission to suppress that aspect of her personality sexually and she wished to do that with me. I told her to sit in her chair and asked if she had a scarf to which she replied with directions on where in her bedroom to find one. I followed her directions and firmly tied the scarf over her eyes as a blindfold and then sat opposite from her.

I let the silence grow until she spoke:  "What is going on?" she asked.

"You tell me," I countered.

"I," she began hesitantly, "am aroused and unsure."

Bluntly I asked, "Are you wet?"

She nodded slowly and I directed her to place a hand slowly and deliberately between her thighs and to let her desire take its course. Her hand slid slowly between her legs and she moved her hem of her gray skirt and her legs open until her hand was resting on her mound.

"You want to touch yourself, don't you," I offered and she nodded agreement. "Then do so."

She began to slowly let her perfectly manicured hands move over her hose and panties and I caught her in-rush of breath as she shuddered.

"You want to really touch yourself, don't you Barbara," I offered and she nodded slowly towards my voice. I got up and selected some scissors from her desk and drew the sharp blade down her thigh and pressed the sharp point against her mound, nicking her pantyhose and then opening the nylon into a small hole.

"Tear it open for me," I said softly in her ear and both of her hands reached down and she ripped her stockings open with one motion. Her pantyhose laddered down to her knees and her fingers slipped under the lace of her gray panties. She moaned and opened her legs more and I helped her to hike them over the armrests.

"Is that what you wanted," she wondered.

"For now."

I sat back and took in the sight of this controlled woman of business who needed to be given the opportunity to be a woman of pleasure. My silence and her lack of sight only served to arouse her more and she began to writhe as she petted herself.

"Talk to me," she asked. "Tell me what YOU want."

"No. Tell me what you want," I countered.

"A cock...your cock. In me...in my pussy..." she trailed off.

"And," I asked.

"In my ass. Yes. My ass."

I moved in with the scissors and gently arrested her masturbation and slipped the cold stainless steel blades between the gusset of her panties and snipped them open and let my tongue dip into her sweet juices.

"Oh my God," she moaned.

Meandering About Inside My Mind

I have been reading some blogs on my blog list lately and been fascinated with the frankness of them. In some ways, though I have blogged about my experiences here, sharing my experiences and insights is a little intimidating because though I am only 47 I did grow up in a family where discussions about sex and sexuality did not occur. My acculturation to being more open and honest about my sexuality and my needs grew out of being married to S and then subsequent events after my 2nd marriage.

One of these singular moments I want to share. For me and I hope for others they have the chance, if not the honour, to interact with someone like I did in the following situation.

My second marriage imploded on me and I was in want, no need, of physical sexual companionship. I was faithful to my 2nd partner but our sex life had dried up to the point that some of my memories of what happened during the latter phases of my marriage still rend wounds open in my psyche. Oh, I am definitely functional as a human bean but writing this brings back one memory that crystallizes the pain and loneliness I experienced during the last 4 years of that marriage.

The last time I made love to my wife was on my birthday in 1998. We had organized a night alone without the kids and had reserved a nice table at a higher end restaurant to enjoy a "romantic" meal together. The conversation and motions of that segment of the evening were normal enough but when it came time to slip into bed and make love things got strange. My partner was definitely detached mentally from me and as I began to make love to her she began to cry. I had no idea why this was happening until much later but she was experiencing guilt because she did not love me anymore. It was very upsetting and she was never honest with me as to the reasons this happened. After that we never had sexual relations again.

Snap forward to 2001 and my marriage had ended. I had continued to be faithful to my marriage though some limited situations did arise that would have tempted Job. When we parted my need to be faithful disappeared especially given the circumstances of her betrayal towards me. I did the internet thingy and on Lavalive where I have been a member for almost too long now (lol) I began searching for a dominant woman. My conception of my needs at that time were predicated on an interest in BDSM and D/s and my self confidence sexually was at a place where I thought I would be a good submissive. It was almost as if I needed to be punished for the failure of my marriage.

As luck would have it I began a short 3 month long distance relationship with a Domme in Montreal. We emailed and chatted for sometime before we talked on the phone. She was courteous, respectful, and empathic towards me. In male terms - a gentlemen. Over time she tasked me with online research and would send me information to read and respond to her and eventually I grew to enjoy her attention and the intellectual challenges she offered. These challenges did not only reside in the world of D/s but spanned other subjects and her intellect and approach towards me only solidified my interest in her.

Eventually we talked of meeting and as we began the process of organizing this I received an email from her. It was long. On the printed page it spanned 4 pages and was a thorough analysis of what she had divined from our chats, emails, and conversations and her conclusion stunned me.

She proposed I was DOMINANT instead of submissive.

Her conclusion took be aback. I did not know at first how to respond and she had specified not replying or contacting her for 48 hours to give me time to think about her words. I reread her analysis over and over again and slept on it and realized she was right. My nascent interest in being submissive was actually a vehicle on discovering whether I was submissive or dominant. Her points rang so true it was as if she had known me for years.

We talked at length after her proscribed quiet period and our conversations verified in my mind her conclusion. She and I maintained an online relationship for several months after that where in she acted as a mentor for me and she helped me shape my conception of this new found expression of my sexuality. I am forever in her debt for that.

Life is full of challenges and missteps and there are times we are blessed with people that enter our lives momentarily and give us more than we may realize at first. She was one of those people.