Gary was a good husband. If his wife wanted his cock up her ass, that’s what she would get. But both knew his heart wouldn’t be in it. That might have been good enough for Rochelle a few years ago, but it wouldn’t do now. She had to explain that she didn’t just want to have boring, conventional anal sex (whatever that was, he thought to himself). No, her ass was part of the whole dominant/submissive thing for her. She had to be taken back there. She had to be compelled to give it up. When she gave up her ass, it would be as a sign of a dominant’s ownership of her.
Rochelle usually found it hard to be that clear, or explicit. More often than not, she would blush a little and say, “I’d like that” to a particular fetish, or just give him a look that told him she wasn’t into it. But that particular night, when the subject of anal came up, she became unusually animated. Rochelle had clearly spent some time fantasizing about a man exerting his ownership over her with his cock up her ass.
Gary didn’t know what do to with that. Submitting to someone was one thing. But his wife talking about ownership disturbed him. They were looking down this road to save their marriage. How could letting another man own his wife possibly accomplish that? And what about his needs? Did he need to be owned too?
There were many conversations like that. Fetish lists were a minefield for them. It took many long, uncomfortable nights, but Gary finally started to put the pieces together. Rochelle needed this. It wasn’t something that was going to just go away. She would never be complete in their marriage if she didn’t try some of these things to see how they felt in real life. Gary figured he could have kept those feelings down, and dealt with them another way. It wasn’t particularly healthy, but he reckoned he could have done it. But not Rochelle. She needed to submit, and she needed to do it soon.
The net result of all this activity, counseling, late-night heart-to-hearts, and occasionally heated fucking, was that they formulated a plan. They both needed to submit. They couldn’t submit to each other. They didn’t want to go outside the marriage. Neither were comfortable with the other submitting to someone without the other. So the solution was to stay in the marriage, and submit to someone together. All they had to do was find a dominant willing to do that. How hard could it be?
In theory? Easy. In practice? Not so much. This was their first time. They were trying something really risky, for all sorts of reasons. Trust was paramount. Finding someone they both felt right about was the only way to go. They started by casting their net locally. They confined their search to that aforementioned BDSM site, since they felt they had a handle on things there. Even the very worse ass-hats seemed to have some sort of grasp on the etiquette of dominance and submission. The first thing they learned was that they sure weren’t going to find the dominant of their dreams in Rancho Cucamonga. They learned the hard way what a mistake it is to put a blanket ad in a locals-only group. Their inbox was assaulted by more generic copy/paste messages propositioning Rochelle alone than they could count. That’s not what they wanted at all. They went to sifting through profiles in local groups, but none of them ticked enough boxes. As they exhausted possibilities, their search expanded outward. Where before they were adamant that they wouldn’t go beyond the San Bernardino area, now they expanded out to Los Angeles and Orange County. Driving distance became their new barometer. If he was worth submitting to, he’d be worth driving to. And maybe they could even entice someone to drive out to them. They had a really nice house, in a nice neighborhood. They were sure they provide a suitable hosting experience. Of course, they didn’t have a dungeon. Would that be a deal breaker?
Rochelle found me through one of my erotic stories. She liked it, and had Gary read it. He liked it well enough, so they kept reading. They liked what I had to say about my real-life experiences as well as my wilder fantasy stories. Rochelle had Gary reach out to me. That was his job, as far as she was concerned. I was happy to converse with him online. He seemed like a nice enough guy. But I only dominated women. What the hell was I supposed to do with a guy? I had no interest in fucking him, being sucked off by him, or even ever seeing him naked. What use did he have for me, or me for him, for that matter? I know plenty of people (especially women, in my experience) claim that BDSM and sexuality inhabit separate parts of their personalities. Maybe that’s even true (I sort of doubt it), but it couldn’t be further from the truth for me. I know who I am, and when I tie a woman up and spank her, fucking is part of the package.
Rochelle liked the sound of this. She wanted to be fucked by the man who tied her up and punished her. Gary knew that was part of the deal. So at his instigation, we decided to at least further the conversation, to see if some arrangement could be had. I figured that A, this would amount to nothing, or B, they would open their marriage to me having my way with Rochelle. Either way was fine with me at this point.
After more than enough messaging, we advanced to a Zoom meet. It’s the first time we’d ever laid eyes on each other, since we didn’t post face pics on that aforementioned BDSM site. I guess they liked what they saw, which surprised me a little. I had a good 20 years on them. But I guess the way I carry myself allows me to bridge some generational divides. I sure didn’t mind what I saw. Gary just seemed like a normal millennial dude to me. Fairly laid back, eager to be easy to get along with. Rochelle was a little curvy, maybe even thick. Not fat, not a BBW, but some meat on her bones. Her shoulder-length hair was dyed black, and had a curl to it. Reminded me a little of something from the 50’s. She didn’t have the Bettie Page bangs, but it wasn’t so far off. She didn’t say much, letting Gary do most of the talking. But I liked the look in her eyes…that is when she made eye contact with me. She was nervous, and didn’t look directly at me too much.
We had two Zoom meets, dancing around things. I frequently had to lead the conversation. Things they were even squeamish about mentioning, I had done in real life. It helped when I could show that I empathized with them. I hadn’t tried anything in this world until right after I turned 40. In the pre-internet days, finding partners to tie up and spank was something you really had to be dedicated to doing. Since I seemed to always be in a vanilla relationship, the opportunity had never come, and even if it had, I wouldn’t have known where to look. But a break-up of a long-term relationship occurred when the Internet was finally a thing, and an account on Alt.com made things pretty easy. I found women to explore my fantasies with, and never looked back.
I wouldn’t call Rochelle a raving beauty, but she was attractive enough. She was one of those people whom you’d never speculate about in the office. A hidden side to her like this would probably never occur to anyone. That in itself just made her more attractive in my eyes. I found myself fantasizing about her here and there. I felt like I might get something out of dominating her, and making her obey me. I wondered what kinds of sounds she would make taking the belt. I confess that the opportunity to be the first man to fuck her ass was a very definite incentive. There’s nothing like that first time…the feel of a woman’s body as she reacts to that new stimulus, the sounds she makes…When I said as much, Rochelle blushed a deep red and looked away from the camera.