I Knew What I Was Getting Into

All of my 'dates' ended real quick, when I confessed that I loved being kept in a rubber bondage-bag, as long and as often as possible...then one much older lady, who looked like a refugee from a Hollywood movie about Pioneer school-marms, fixed her gaze on me, and quietly asked "Okay...but what's in it for me? What good is that to me? I mean I admit to being a control freak, but surprisingly, maybe, I still have wickedly strong urges for sexual gratification...what can you possibly do for me, trapped like that? I mean, I would relish the absolute power, and total control, but I need more than that..."

Shocked by her unexpected response, I babbled a little, admitting that there were zippered openings at what I had been told were "the only parts of the male anatomy, of any use to a real woman" and she suddenly became a lot more interested.


"What size are you? The truth, please!" I said " seven inches...plus I have a very tireless tongue"

"Hmmm...I'm becoming more interested...define 'long and often' please? We need to be absolutely clear on that..."

"I managed a three-day weekend, but I think I could do more...

"Excellent! now tell me all about your financial status...I tend towards greed...you should know"

"Comfortable. ..small regular "trust-fund" income, large savings account..."

"Excellent! I think I will go home with you, and size up my new domain"

That was five years ago - my life is a living hell - heaven, maybe, of rubber, and tireless worship of her large clit, and I love it! She says the women in her family live well into their nineties, so we have another twenty years or so, to play..."