Helen Learns to Dom and Peter Learns to Sub
Copyright© 2022 by Peteandpanties
Chapter 3
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Although middle aged Helen is a novice but finds a need to develop her knowledge and sexual life. She choses Peter, a friend, much older but whom she can trust. He has few limits but has never had the chance to experience what he desires.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Mind Control Slavery BiSexual Fiction DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism Water Sports
Helen lay that night, restless and finding it difficult to sleep.
She felt that strange concoction of feelings. Doubt, anticipation, fear, desire and most of all surprise.
Surprise at what she had already done. She could not believe what she had almost blackmailed Peter into. She searched a blank mind for the correct words but could only find, Slavery, sexual slavery.
She felt herself blush.
And not only that she felt a warmth gently spread down the edges of her labia.
Her hand shot down, almost automatically and cupped her sex. She shivered as the warmth spread and she found herself gripping her mound more tightly.
“Deep, Deep, Breath”, she told herself out loud, and with as much conviction as she could manage.
It was at this point that most of her sexual play ended, in embarrassment, fear and desperate disappointment.
Helen slipped off the bed and stood in front of her full length mirror. She loved and hated the mirror, loved what she wanted to see and hated what she usually saw. She wanted to see a sexy, stylish and confident woman, eager to explore her sexuality. She saw a timid and hesitant young girl, dressed in almost childlike pyjamas and wanting to run and hide.
With determination she pushed down her pyjama bottoms and stood naked from waste to floor. Again this was unusual for her. She nearly always wore panties and often two pairs.
SLUT. SLAG.TART.WHORE.
The words circled in her mind. A strict upbringing and natural shyness had made her ashamed of her body and all that her body did and could do. When a teenager she had wanted to hide away, imagining that every boy wanted to rape her and every girl to mentally abuse her.
And why not, for she had discovered that her sex could take her to a distant and unbelievable planet where she flew and blossomed with delight and pleasure.
She could not remember the first time she had touched her sex, but knew she had immediately pulled away as the feeling was so strangely obsessive.
She reached up and pulled her pyjama top over her head and stood naked in front of the mirror.
SLUT. SLAG. TART. WHORE.
It took her a mighty effort and resolve to remain their naked.
She walked back to her bed and lay down on her back, legs slightly parted. No one knew the struggle she had to come to terms with her sexuality. To admit, even to herself, that she became aroused and also masturbated, was a huge growth in her maturity.
Her mind slipped to Peter. She could not explain how she had chosen to behave as she did with him. He was so much older and she had known him for ages with no thoughts of anything sexual. So why now and why him.
He was nice, trustworthy and gentle and she knew he would forgive her.
“But would he?”