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I’ve always considered myself to be a pretty open minded woman. My vast and uninhibited views naturally apply to my sexual interests as well. Anal sex…check. Water sports…of course. Public and risky fucking, sex toys, and the typical “kinky” requests and fetishes were readily and willingly indulged by me. Then I met him.Suddenly, it seemed like my once open mind was closing shut, and initially, I questioned the scope of the sexual common ground that I could have with this man. He was single, self-employed, 24 years my senior, and a BDSM aficionado.Men who described their sexual interests with key words like “deviant”, “open minded” and “kinky” always grabbed my interest, and routinely sent the most deliciously naughty tingles to my panties. He was different from the onset, and is the first man I ever met to be a self-described “pan sexual.” “I love it all,” he said, and over time, I’ll be damned if he didn’t mean it. As we explored each other, I became more and more intimidated by his knowledge, his prowess, and his appetite. My so called disadvantage of not having an interest in his largest kink, accompanied with the geographical distance between us, made me decide to keep our relationship online only.“I’m not really into BDSM,” I informed him. Being who he was, it was still frighteningly easy to develop a strong kink link together, and over a year’s time, we cemented nicely via thousands of emails and chats. He became a mentor, a friend, a confidante, and the only man who not only knew every secret kink I truly had, but would lead the way there as he cheered me on. Not one to let the grass grow under his feet, he uprooted from his home base in Mississippi, purchased a house boat, and decided to make the ocean his home address. He sailed to the same time zone as me, docked on the same coast, and I knew it was only a matter of time before he came for me. He sent me pictures of the boat he named “Sunshine”, and I shared in his excitement as he showed off his most recent acquisition.I failed however, to share my feelings of anxiety with him as I felt our geographical gap close almost overnight. “The weather is great here, and I’d love to fly you out to Tarpon Springs,” he offered.“Aw thanks baby, but I’m just trying to get through finals this semester,” I rebuffed.“Well, the invitation stands my dear, just let me know if you want to getaway and I’ll secure everything. No expense to you, of course,” he said reassuringly. “Just a piece of my soul,” I half-jokingly replied, still trying to muster the courage to admit my fear of that whole lifestyle.Maybe “fear” wasn’t the right adjective. My ignorance of the lifestyle caused me to only see the painful looking props and devices, the extreme acts, and a master/slave component that I couldn’t be less interested in. BDSM practices seemed cold, detached, and I wanted no parts of it. “It’s not for everyone,” he would almanbahis şikayet respectfully say. We were always able to move on to another common kink that we both enjoyed, spending hardly any time on the topic I dreaded. With the progression of time, he introduced me to the idea of swinging and structured group sex, and as my interest in them grew, that became the focus of most of our recent conversations.Finally, with the close of exams and the semester, I took a deep breath, exhaled and casually mentioned how I needed to treat myself to something special. As usual, he was there to cheer me on, and offer a suggestion.“My dear, let me fly you out here for a few days. We could go to this swinger’s club nearby in Tampa called ‘Eyez Wyde Shut’. I’ve researched the club, and I think it will be a nice soft environment for you to get your feet wet in, so to speak,” he said.“What about the rest of the time that I will be there? No offense baby, but I’m not doing any of that sub shit you like,” I retorted.“Oh my dear, I promise that we won’t even enter the dungeon unless you want to,” he said reassuringly. “And no props, devices, or full body inspections that you submit those women to do before they can board your boat,” I reminded.“None of any of that either. However, I do have just one request,” he stated. Damn, dare I ask…“Let’s hear it,” I said with bated breath. “I won’t inspect you, but I do ask that you remain fully naked while you’re aboard for the duration of your stay here. I have a no clothing policy below deck and it’s strongly enforced,” he continued.“OK, I can do that,” I said with a huge sigh of relief. “That sounds like a plan, count me in,” I bravely replied.Once we confirmed the dates and my length of stay, I received my confirmed email from Jet Blue forty five minutes later detailing my itinerary. Just like that, my travel plans were finalized and I had less than fourteen days to get my shit together. One of the many reasons why I adore an older man. Knowing, and pursuing what they want. Having never been to a swinger’s club before, I had no clue what to wear…or not wear, for that matter. Yet, I was sure that whatever it was, it was not currently in my closet. The sexy and overpriced dresses that I found at the mall all seemed the same to me and the look on my face delivered that message to the sales woman.“Are you looking for something special?” the young sales clerk asked me.I had no choice but to come clean….“Yes, I am actually. I’d like a one piece dress, something sexy and confident,” I said in hushed tones. I felt my face get warm at my own words.“Great, and what’s the special occasion?” she asked innocently.Damn, I knew that was coming.Taking a glance around me, I lowered my tone before offering, “Um, well…I’m going to an upscale swinger’s club, and I’m unsure of what to wear there,” I said sheepishly. “Oh, how exciting!” almanbahis canlı casino she replied in a mirrored conspirator tone. “I’ve always wanted to go to one myself,” she admitted.The sales girl instantly became my new BFF and took me literally by the hand to show me another selection of “cocktail wear”. I selected 3 dresses and headed for the fitting room with my best girl in tow right behind me. After trying them all on, and despite the hefty price tags, I decided that I needed them all. Wishing me luck and a great time, the sales clerk whispered, “Have fun,” as she handed me my sales receipt.In a flash, I was landing at the airport and saw him standing there holding an unnecessary and obnoxious sign with my first and last name printed in bold capital letters.“Really Frank?” I teased, with a playful nudge as I walked into his hug.“I’ve always wanted to do that,” he confessed as he smiled widely back at me. His humor lightened the tone and relieved the anxiety I had about how the next 4 days and 3 nights would be with him. After all, this was our first in person meeting and I had already committed to being fully naked aboard “Sunshine”, and essentially under this man’s charge. On a house boat, and I can’t swim…Yikes!The swinger’s club was planned for tomorrow night and we decided to keep our first night low key and intimate with a light dinner out and dessert on the boat. Dinner was amazing, and I enjoyed the variety that the local seafood restaurants offered near the marina that he was docked at. We shared many jokes and explored more commonalities as we enjoyed our meal together, and my anxiety was almost dissipated by the time we exited the “Rusty Bellies” restaurant.“Sunshine” was equipped with a master suite, two baths, a full sized eat in kitchen, a spacious living room, a quaint bar room and oh yeah, a dungeon.As Frank showed me around, he omitted the dungeon from the tour as promised, and I felt warmed by him keeping his word. There is nothing in that dungeon that could even remotely interest me anyway.After a long steamy shower, I kept my promise and remained fully naked as I crawled into bed next to him. My melanin laden skin was still slightly damp when I pressed into him as we snuggled together to watch some of the porn that we had up to this point, viewed simultaneously, but from thousands of miles apart.Wow, this is so nice without that extreme shit, I thought, before something shiny caught my eye.“What’s that?” I asked, pointing to the top of his dresser, sitting beside the TV.“It’s called a Five Wheel Wartenberg Pinwheel. It has ninety five stimulating needles on five individually rotating wheels and each wheel has nineteen pins on it. Would you like to touch it?” Frank asked innocently.“Here we go,” I laughed. “Sure, let me see it,” I smirked.If he thinks I’m going to become engaged in this bullshit, he’s sadly mistaken. almanbahis casino Frank sauntered over to his wooden dresser, retrieved the hideous looking device and presented it to me.I naively picked it very haphazardly.“Careful my dear, it’s very sharp,” he grinned.Taking his advice, I attempted to slowly and gently roll the wheel over my skin and I let out a yelp in seconds.“Fuck, that’s sharp, that shit hurts Frank!” I accused.“Well…yes, my dear, that’s kind of the point,” he explained with a wink.Like a picky eater, I turned my nose up to him and his device and handed it back to him. “Oh, look at that face! Someone doesn’t like it,” he chided. “Frank, I just don’t get all the props, devices, submission and pain. I don’t understand it, and I guess I honestly just don’t care to,” I exclaimed.“As I said, your wishes will be respected and honored, all of them. I won’t give you anything you don’t ask for or want. OK?” he reassured.“OK,” I said triumphantly.I can take pain during sex, but I’m all set on that extreme, painful looking gaping shit, nipple clamps, etc that I see in BDSM porn.Focusing back on the porn filled screen for a while, arousal set in fairly quick. The room was dim, Frank smelled amazing, and I felt my pussy tingling. I instinctively began to roll my right nipple between my right thumb and index finger, to intensify and heighten what I was already feeling.“I see you like this one,” he said as he pointed to the video and flashed me a knowing half smile.“Mmm, I do,” I purred in reply, my eyes remaining fixed on the screen before me.“May I….?” he informed rather than asked, mid reach. “I insist,” I teased. Frank eased his left hand across my belly, circled my nipple and gently cupped my right breast. Like an expert, Frank navigated my brown ample breasts until they became heaving mounds begging for his attention. My nipples immediately hardened under his command and served as a mainline to the quickly dampening tunnel housed between my legs.Before long, I began to miss longer clips of the video as my eyes fluttered in pleasure, and eventually remained closed while Frank, still at my side, began to have his way with me.“Ahhh, your hands feel so good to me,” I moaned quietly, as I lifted my ass a bit off of the bed and readjusted my pelvis, widening my legs. “Of course they do,” Frank breathed into my ear as he repositioned himself squarely between my knees.Looking at me directly, Frank surveyed the scene and made two suggestions.”For your comfort only, may I place a Wedge pillow under you? It’ll raise you off the bed some,” he informed.”Sure, that sounds good,” I huskily moaned like a whore.Frank grabbed a triangle wedge shaped cushion from his night stand and secured it under my brown ass, raising me towards him.”Also, I have handles built into the headboard, please use them at your discretion if things get too intense,” he stated.”Handles….where Frank?” I inquired, as I hadn’t recalled seeing any.Without a word, Frank reached behind my head and flipped down two handles that were discreetly built into the headboard.”These are not props my dear, they are merely for your comfort,” he reiterated.