Chapter 1: Introduction
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, DomSub, MaleDom, Light Bond, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Slow, .
Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1: Introduction - A couple decide to try a little DS
"Ken, do you know how to build a deck?" I asked, while we waited for our entrees.
"Sure. You finally had it with the old one?"
"Yeah, Becky got another bad splinter yesterday. I can afford to have it done, but if you think you can do it I'll make it worth your while," I said seductively. Ken liked working with his hands and he seemed pretty good at it.
My name is Kathy and I'm a single mom, with a seven year-old daughter named Rebecca. I'm not one of those desperate single moms living from paycheck-to-paycheck. I'm the head of the compensation department of a medium size manufacturing company in the southeast.
My ex-husband, Doug, and I have an amicable arrangement. He's a professor at a nearby university, and he gets to see Becky several times a week, since he is usually the one to pick her up from school. He's a good man and he loves his daughter, but I don't think I ever really loved him. I don't know why.
Ken is different from any man I've ever dated before. I met him at a friend's party. When I first spotted him at the party I was a little wary of him. He was big and muscular. He had dark hair and was bearded. He wore jeans, flannel shirt, and work boots. I couldn't imagine what he was doing at Mag's party. Normally, I go for the bookish type, but I was a little intrigued.
"Maggie, who's the macho-man?"
"Oh that's Ken. I met him when we were on a project together. He's an IT project manager. Nice guy."
"Project manager? He looks like a lumberjack!"
"Yeah, it's just his style. Nobody minds though, he's really good. And he's single," she added, smiling.
I wasn't really looking, but that never stopped Mags before.
We ended up at a table together and had a nice conversation. Ken turned out to be soft-spoken, sweet and very funny. When he asked for my number, I was pleased to give it to him.
That was six months ago. We've started to use the L-word. It's definitely getting serious. I hope.
"Oh yeah? You'll make it worth my while, huh?"
"How does a weekend in bed sound? I can send Becky to her grandparent's for the Memorial Day weekend. I'll pay for the lumber and help out, then we can spend the long weekend in bed."
Ken got quiet and looked at me speculatively. He also seemed nervous all of a sudden. I was getting a little spooked.
He looked around the restaurant. We were kind of off in a corner.
"Kathy, we've been seeing each other for a while now, and you know I am falling in love with you."
"Can we talk openly about a sexual issue?"
"Uh, sure. Is there a problem?"
"No! Definitely not. I'm very happy with our sex life. But, I'd like to try something a little different with you and I'm nervous about talking about it."
Now I was intrigued. "What are you thinking? Whips? Chains? Great Danes," I asked, chuckling.
"Shhh. Not really. Listen, let me get this out, okay?"
I sat back and raised an eyebrow, "Okay."
"I've noticed that when we're in bed that you get pretty excited when I get forceful."
"Well ... Yeah"
"You also seemed to really like the few times we tried a little light bondage, right?"
"Okay, look," he paused, "Have you ever had fantasies about being dominated?"
My feminist hackles immediately started to rise. The only reason I didn't slug him was ... well ... I do have those fantasies. He could see I was angry though.
"Look Kathy, you know I respect you and I love you, but I also get the feeling that some of what you feel for me is an attraction to my 'macho' side. I do have fantasies about dominance and submission and I'd like to, at least, explore that a little more with you."
My anger cooled a little as I could see how nervous he was. I thought for a moment. You see the thing is I've always had fantasies of being dominated. Not hurt mind you, but being used by one or more men is a fantasy that turns me on ... a lot! I can't tell you how many batteries I've used up on an imaginary pirate ship.
"Well what are you thinking? I'm definitely not into pain," I stated.
"Neither am I, but I do fantasize about dominance. It's the end of April now. How about over the next few weekends I'll do the deck. I'll pay for the material and supplies. You can help out and supply the iced tea. Then Saturday and Sunday of Memorial Day weekend ... you'll be my sex-slave."
I shivered. I noticed that my panties were getting sticky. Images from every slave fantasy I've ever had seemed to shoot through my mind all at once, with Ken and I in the starring roles. Looking into his eyes I could see him starting to smile.
"If your nipples are any indicator, I think you like the idea."
We had sex that night and it was very, very good.
We lazed about the next morning. Read the Sunday paper in bed together. Later we went online looking over free deck plans. We found one that would work with a little modification. Who ever thought that browsing through building plans would be a turn on? Doug brought Becky home that afternoon just as we were finishing up.