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Part 1Amber was depressed. Having just turned fifty, she had convinced herself she was on the downside of a dull and boring life. The recent divorce had ended a twenty-five-year marriage that had been sexless for nearly a decade. The couple had maintained the contractual agreement for the sake of the children that were now on their own. She felt lost and lonely, isolated in a cloud of sexual frustration with little hope for relief on the horizon. In a vain effort to spread her wings, the newly liberated woman went out bar hopping a couple of times, just to get laid, but attained no satisfaction from the forays. The sex was as uninspired as the lifeless connections she had with the two men.There was one arena that did excite the curious divorcee: Domination and submission. She had read Fifty Shades of Grey. This investigation led her to other sites online that were more detailed and graphic. The idea of a man having sexual power thrilled this lonely dreamer. She would masturbate with visions in her head of men dominating her. Just the thought of kneeling and crawling before an authoritative executive-type male made her wet. She longed to bring such fantasies to life but was unsure of how to make that happen. When she found a dating site specializing in Dom/sub connections, Amber created a profile under the name ‘SubOhio’ advertising herself as a submissive seeking a Dom. The beginner giggled when her inbox quickly overflowed with messages. Many were crude one-liners that she rejected out of hand. Some were from men who clearly had problems. There were a few possibilities that seemed interesting, but that soon turned into ghosts. She whittled down the list to six potential Doms.She exchanged emails with the six before meeting three for coffee. They were disasters. The best of the lot wanted to share her with the other women in his ‘pack’. One was a shady, abusive character who was scary to be around. The other smelled so bad Amber thought she might get sick from his body odor. The experiences served to increase her frustration even more, feeding her fears of never finding a suitable Dom.A week later, SubOhio was disposing of more chaff in her mailbox when she came across a new message that got her attention. It was from a man in a nearby town. It was short and to the point:SubOhio;I am a twenty-three-year-old Dom who recently got out of the Air Force after a six-year tour. I am intensely attracted to older submissive women. I would like the opportunity to discuss this more with you. Please respond if you find the idea of being Dominated by a much younger man to be stimulating.MichaelAmber was close to pressing the discard icon, as twenty-three was a lot younger than what she had in mind, but she decided to at least check out his profile. His picture impressed her. The Air Force veteran looked older than his age. He was tall with dark hair, handsome, posing without a shirt, showing off his muscular physique. But the asset that intrigued her most was his deep blue eyes which gave him a dreamy yet powerful look. Her curiosity was piqued even more after reading his well-written bahis şirketleri profile that revealed an intelligence rarely found in other bios on the site. She decided to answer his email to see what might happen:Michael;My name is Amber. What can you offer me, young man?His reply arrived a few hours later:Amber;Thank you for answering my email. I was pleased to hear back from you. Let me tell you what I can offer you.I joined the US Air Force at 17. I was 3000 miles away from home, living on my own, enjoying the freedom this gave me. There were many opportunities for dating girls my age, but they just didn’t do it for me. From puberty, I have felt a strong sexual attraction to much older women. At my first base in California, I posted an ad as an 18-year-old seeking a woman 40+ on a dating site. I received several replies that led to dates with several women. I was in heaven. At first, it was mainly a learning process for me as I was very inexperienced. But as I caught on, my confidence grew. Older women that like younger men seek strength, stamina, and virility. I have all three in abundance. As I gained experience, I took more control in the bedroom. I learned the art of Dominant lovemaking. I began to study D/s, seeking to develop myself. I had the physical prowess and good looks but needed to acquire the psychological and emotional skills necessary to be a top-shelf Dom. I have done so. I am comfortable in the role now. I am self-disciplined. I take good care of myself; no smoking, drinking, or drugs of any kind. I work out daily. I am an alpha male who is geared to lead and succeed. I am demanding of my submissives, training them to behave and follow my rules. Although quite capable of stern discipline when warranted, I am fair. If you submit to me, I will envelop you with my power, strength, authority, and Dominance. I never masturbate; I save all my energy for my sessions with submissives. My subs get my all. If this piques your interest, you will write back to me, telling me more about you. Now, you are not my sub, but you are submissive, and I am a Dominant. Therefore, you will approach me with respect. Calling me “young man” is demeaning. Do not do that again. If that is all you got, then don’t waste my time. MichaelAmber was stunned by his email, reading it over and over for almost an hour. The words hit her like a freight train. His tone, his attitude was what she thought a Dom should exhibit. She felt the power in his words, trembling as she absorbed them. The age difference now meant nothing to her, for it had transformed from a detriment into an asset. The flustered woman knew she had to answer his letter, only this time she must pick her words very carefully so she would not lose this opportunity. Michael;I apologize for the choice of words in my first email. I hope you can forgive me as I meant no disrespect. I am very new to this, so sometimes I feel like I am stumbling around in the dark with a blindfold on, not knowing what to do. I am very interested, Sir. If you judge that I am worthy, I would like to learn submission from you. bahis firmaları I want to be submissive to a strong man. I feel that need within me, but I can’t explain why. Perhaps you can provide me some guidance on that. I hope that you find me to be an attractive older woman who pleases you. I wish to hear more from you, Sir.AmberBefore pressing send, Amber proofread the email many times to be sure everything was correct. She discerned a pleading, groveling aspect to her message, making her wonder if that was good or bad. She was willing to do anything to light the fire. The impatient neophyte waited hours for a reply, but none came. It was a restless night tossing and turning, checking her inbox constantly.The following afternoon, his answer came:Amber;Very good. I feel the sincerity in your words. Honesty is of the utmost importance in D/s. Let us continue. In all the pictures you have attached to your profile, I can see your submissive nature in your poses and your pleading eyes. You are begging for an authoritative man to control you, to use his power to transform you into the sensual woman you have always wanted to be. You have never been able to reach your potential for pleasure because of your inhibitions and self-doubt. You need a Dom to break down the walls that hold you inside. You need direction. You want to be told what to do.I am interested because your needs complement mine. I will work with you. But I need to know right now, little girl: Will you do what I tell you? Will you demonstrate obedience to my will?MichaelAgain, Amber was blown away by what he had to say. His addressing her as ‘little girl’ melted her inside, a confusing reality considering she was twenty-seven years older than him. But there was no doubt that his authoritative bearing and outlook made her feel childlike. It was frightening yet strangely magnetic, drawing her in for more. She replied immediately, wanting him to appreciate her urgency. Sir;I promise that I will give you my obedience. I will do what you tell me. I am willing to submit to you without reservation.AmberShe fell to her knees, shaking and crying, shocked to the core by the reply which she had felt compelled to give. She had acknowledged her deep need for submission. After decades of looking at the diving board, she had impulsively jumped off it, plunging headfirst into the murky waters below with barely a thought of holding back. She had exposed her inner soul to a much younger man she had not yet met but in whom she was willing to place her trust. As she knelt on the carpet convulsing, years of anxiety drained out of her. She had committed herself. Her dark shadows were stirring.Over the next week, the two exchanged emails several times a day. The submissive asked questions, the Dominant gave answers with explanations. His forthrightness earned her confidence in him. She now also found herself fascinated with the older/younger possibilities. The youth factor invigorated her. And she remembered the old joke that twenty goes into fifty many more times than fifty goes into twenty. Amber sensed they were getting kaçak bahis siteleri close to meeting. She received this email on a Thursday afternoon:Amber;I want to have a session with you at your apartment, Saturday or Sunday, beginning at 4 pm. Tell me which of these days works best for you. I anticipate the session will last until the early morning hours. Please send me your choice along with directions to your house. After I receive your answers, I will send you a set of Instructions to follow for the session.MichaelUpon receiving this inquiry, Amber was initially nervous. She had not even heard his voice! The novice was expecting the first meeting to be at a coffee house or other similar place. Not her condo! But after a few minutes, the girl realized she had no choice. She was all in. She sent the requested info, then waited to receive the Instructions. They came shortly before midnight. Amber;These are your Instructions for our first session on Saturday, March 15. You are to follow these Instructions exactly as they are given to you. There are to be no deviations. If I note any, I will take disciplinary actions during the session. I will arrive at your apartment at precisely 4 pm. You will leave your door unlocked. I will walk in without knocking, locking the door behind me. You will be standing in your living room eighteen inches in front of the center cushion of your couch, facing it. You will be naked except for the black silk panties you will have on. You will wear no jewelry, no perfume, nothing in your hair, including barrettes or hairspray. Your hair will be brushed, hanging down freely. Your lips will have a smooth coating of carefully applied red lipstick. You will have your hands laced behind your back. You will bow your head with your eyes cast down. You will be looking at your toes. You will not look up until I tell you to. If you break this order, I will punish you. You will also not speak until I give you explicit permission to do so. You will stand quiet and still until I tell you otherwise.You are to have several scented candles lit around the room. If you have some classical music, have it playing at a low volume.You will have a pint of Häagan-Dazs coffee ice cream in your freezer.The session will unfold at my direction. You are to follow every order I give you. You will address me as “Sir”, nothing else. Be assured that I will reward obedience. I will take care of you if you are a good girl. At times, the scenes may be quite playful. We shall explore and experiment. You are new, so things will not be extreme, but I will challenge you. You will acknowledge receipt of these Instructions by sending a return email consisting of two words: “Instructions received.”I look forward to this session.That is all.MichaelThe words mesmerized her, piercing the defensive walls in her psyche. No one had ever addressed her like that before. It was a series of commands that took away her freedom of choice. She was given no say in decisions made about the most intimate aspects of her personal life. The words “you will” were repeated over and over, relentlessly demanding that she obey. Logic told Amber to run away, but the endorphins flooding her brain obliterated her ability to think rationally. In a robotic trance, she typed out her surrender in the shortest email she had ever sent:

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