Chapter 5: Involving Others

Because I’d spent so many fantastic times fucking Liz and Becca simultaneously, I wanted to re-experience some of those exceptional events. Unfortunately, my infidelity made introducing another person into our relationship a tricky proposition, but I was determined to try.

As part of my marriage vows, I uttered the phrase, “I can’t promise you wealth and riches, but I promise that our time together will never be boring.” I’ve used that paragraph as an excuse for much I’ve done to and with my wife.

“At least it wasn’t boring,” I’ll inform her as she stands there exasperated at something I’ve done.

In late 2002, I grew curious about what events like the spread of AIDS and HIV and the advent of widespread internet usage had done to the BDSM community.

When I’d been involved in the scene during and after my time with Mistress Eliza, the BDSM community was small but incredibly active. If someone decided they wanted to join a local munch, that person would need to do some very careful research and then make a few discreet phone calls. If they could convince the person on the other end of the phone they were genuine, they would be invited to the next munch. Only then would they be given an invite to an event.

I hadn’t had this problem because I was introduced as Mistress Eliza’s latest toy when she took me as her guest to an event.

The BDSM community is very supportive and protective of their own. After our break up, both Liz and I got plenty of support from everyone.

Before AIDS and HIV, condom use during the parties was rare. I wanted to know if that had changed, and what effect having easy internet access had made.

I’ll say here that I think the internet has had a massively detrimental effect on the scene. Before, yes, it was challenging to find your local scene, but everyone involved was genuine, helpful, and knowledgeable.

The few tossers who made their way through the screening process were quickly banished. Likewise, any Dominant or submissive known to be doing the wrong thing was quickly ostracised and usually expelled immediately.

Nowadays, any fantasiser with a computer and a hardon is suddenly a ‘BDSM Master’ and trolling for ‘sluts who want to be used hard’. And don’t get me started on the wankers who have read or watched 50 shades and now think they know what BDSM is.

ICQ was the ‘go to’ computer app for this type of exploration in those days. I still think, in terms of finding like-minded individuals, it was the best app made. I’ve been saddened by its decline ever since.

Using this app to search for people interested in BDSM, I joined some chat groups and started asking questions to satisfy my curiosity.

This time, I sat Vicky down and showed and told her what I was doing so she would know I wasn’t using the app to ‘hook up’.

Vicky had been peripherally aware that Liz and I played in the BDSM scene but hadn’t asked for any details. I expected her to be angry or perhaps more disappointed that I was exploring this scene again. Instead, much to my surprise, she took to BDSM like a duck to water.

I had decided, regardless of Vicky’s wish to be involved or not, that I did not want to be my wife’s Dominant. Me becoming that would be a huge backwards step for our relationship, I believed.

When Vicky decided she didn’t know what role she would prefer, Dominant or submissive, I approached male Dominants to see if they would like to do a session with her with no expectation there would be any more. Finally, after dozens of wasted conversations and many face-to-face meetings with potential Doms, we chose one that seemed to fit our needs closely enough.

This man was married, and his wife didn’t know of his BDSM life, so he was discreet. Also, because he was married, there was little chance that he would become demanding of Vicky’s time, nor would he want to leave his wife for mine.

Between agreeing that some play could happen between Vicky and her prospective Dom, and the first session they were having, I started approaching submissive people on ICQ to try and satisfy my curiosity.

The women on any site with sex associated with it, and even most sites that don’t, get 1,000s of unsolicited approaches daily, usually accompanied by a dick pic. As a genuine person looking for someone to chat with, with no intentions other than to chat, it isn’t easy to get a response.

Not that I blame them. If I had to wade through 900 dick pics to find that one genuine respondent, I wouldn’t bother either.

I found a profile that I liked. The person who wrote it seemed funny, articulate and authentic. I read her introduction, and it seemed to end suddenly as if it wasn’t complete. Copying and pasting the last two sentences, I sent a message saying, “I’m not sure what is after this, or do I use my imagination and make up my own ending?”

I then rambled a few sentences as to what I thought the ending of the introduction was. I tried to be funny, something I am in real life, but not sure if I am when I’m writing.

It seemed to work because the woman replied, “Your ending was much better than mine, but there must have been a maximum word count, and ICQ has left the end of my introduction off.”

She copied and pasted her complete introduction.

This woman, Annut, was submissive and in a long-term relationship with a Dominant. I politely asked permission to speak with her Dom, then, when she agreed that I could, asked his permission to carry on talking to his submissive.

Even if I hadn’t known Annut’s Dom was reading everything I wrote, I would still have been as rigid with the protocols as I was. Having learnt my BDSM craft in a small, closed community, to this day, I’m a stickler for doing the right things within the scene.

Sidebar:What I love most about the BDSM community, or at least how it was, is its honesty. In a ‘vanilla’ relationship, if one of the partners wants to have a fling, it’s done behind their partner’s back, without that partner’s knowledge or consent.

It’s the betrayal of trust, I believe, that causes most of the damage to the relationship.

In the BDSM community, if the Dom or submissive wants to play with another, it’s openly discussed and permissions and/or qualifications given. Then the play proceeds.

Either party is able to give or withdraw permission at any time.

It’s similar to open relationships. As permission to play has already been given, there is no betrayal.

Back to the story...

A few weeks after Annut and I started chatting, she broke up with her Dom. Annut is an English girl who was then living in Waco, Texas. Her Dom had begun obsessing over whether she was having sex with others and had become insanely jealous.

After they had broken up, Annut, a woman who is still the most naturally submissive person I’ve ever met, turned her needy ways and attention to me. To make sure I brought Vicky along on this ride, I insisted they meet over a Skype connection and chat to see if they, too, could find a connection.

The girls hit it off like they were meant to explore the BDSM world together.

After several months of chatting, I invited Annut to Brisbane. I emphasised that it was only for a meet and greet, but she could use our home as a base for an extended holiday even if we all decided nothing would happen between us.

In January 2004, Annut flew into Brisbane. Vicky and I picked her up at the airport and brought her home. She was to stay with us for almost eight years.

Note:You can read about AnnA’s (Annut’s) and my first session in my story ‘Candles, Rope and Honey’. Warning first, though. That story was very much written with a female audience in mind. Women love it, but men find it lacks a certain graphicness for them to get into it.

Back to the story...

Earlier, I had explained to Annut how Vicky was meeting her first Dom to do her first session. Annut insisted I call her once I had dropped Vicky off at the motel because she was worried I wouldn’t cope.

We had talked endlessly and had opened up to each other about almost everything. Annut knew about my hospitalisation and the reasons why. She was concerned I might suffer a similar attack.

I explained that the person I found in bed with Mistress Eliza was someone I detested and that Liz had agreed no play would occur between them. So it wasn’t that she played with another that set me off, but whom she had played with. But Annut was still worried.

The reality of the day I beat this guy so badly was that it probably should have been Liz that I was slapping around. Liz, because, well, my house, my bed, my wife. The guy wasn’t there uninvited.

Vicky’s session with her Dominant went well. She enjoyed having her breasts bound and found she adored being hit with a cat ‘o’ nine tails’ flogger. She described how being made to kneel over her Dom’s knees and being spanked as he fingered her pussy made her orgasm at least twice.

Vicky had decided not to allow penetrative sex between herself and her Dom. Instead, she rewarded her Dominant by licking his butthole as he masturbated before blowing on her face.

Vicky loves to swallow but hates being cum on. I asked how she felt being made to accept a load onto her face.

She replied, “It was such a submissive thing to do, and that was the role I was playing, so I took it like a good girl should.”

“Yeah, but did you like it?”

Chubby blushed beautifully, embarrassed because she wouldn’t let me do it, but had enjoyed her Dominant cumming over her.

“He came so much,” she said. “It was everywhere. The fact that I had turned him on so much that he had that big a load for me was such a rush.”

Vicky was finally beginning to admit she loved that many people, especially men, found her sexually attractive.

Vicky’s next session with her Dom was also at a motel. I dropped her off and went down to the local McDonalds to Skype with AnnA as I waited to be called to come and pick her up.

This session also went well, except for one facet. Vicky’s Dom tried to tie her hands and feet up. Doing this had been a ‘soft boundary’ Vicky and I had established during our meetings with this Dominant.

Because it was a ‘soft boundary’, Vicky’s Dominant was entitled to test it, but it was too soon as full trust hadn’t been established. Vicky can freak out if she is bound because of the abuse she suffered when she was younger. On the other hand, I can tie her up because she trusts me intimately.

Once Vicky and her Dom got past this mistake, the session went well. Vicky found being paddled almost as enjoyable as being flogged and being forced to masturbate herself to orgasm for her Dominant, an intense but exciting experience.

She rewarded her Dom by receiving another load over her face. This time she helped him by tonguing his ass and licking his balls.

Sidebar: Meeting Derek/caroline.

One of the people we met early on our journey into the BDSM world was an ex-pilot and current business owner. Derek was his ‘vanilla’ moniker, but when his submissive urges raged, he became ‘caroline’. Caroline is a crossdressing, cocksucking slut who loves being humiliated and verbally abused.

An invitation for Vicky and me to meet him/her, with no expectation, was extended. If things went well, we could stay and play.

Upon arriving at Derek’s hinterland motel units, caroline greeted us in full regalia. I had never played with a crossdresser previously, so this was a new experience for me, too.