0 comments/ 57008 views/ 6 favorites Diana's Story By: RobbyRoberts (copyright, March, 2002) 1 – Me My name is Diana Roberts. I am 48 years old. I live in a large metropolitan area in Canada. I am married but no longer living with my husband, and I have two sons, Robby, who is 23 and who is currently attending medical school here in the city we live in, and Toby who is a year and a bit younger and whom I haven't seen in a while. My husband's name is Bob and we had been married for over 20 years when Bob decided he no longer wanted to live with me. He reconciled himself to the fact that he was gay and decided he wanted to spend the latter years of his life living in that community and doing what he felt he should have been doing all along. Bob was very successful financially, and he currently supports Robby and I very well. I had only found out he was gay about four years ago, and while I had suspicions at times, I was quite surprised and hurt that he had been having affairs with men for a number of years without me being aware of it. I believe I am still a fairly attractive woman at 48. I am well built and I keep myself in good shape by working out regularly at running and aerobics. I am tall and I like to think that my weight is proportional to my height, but that is a little optimistic, I suppose. Like most people I have to watch what I eat to keep my weight under control and that has been a little harder to do since Bob left since it is hard to get up the energy to cook the right food when I am alone. It is easier when Robby is home. I think my bum is a little too wide and that my breasts are a little too large, and that has always bothered me a little, but one learns to live with those kinds of imperfections. I am also noticing that the aging lines around my eyes and mouth are becoming more noticeable with time, but what can one do except make the best of it. My hair is long and dark and I usually wear it down over my shoulders. My eyes are green and they sometimes take on a pale sea green color in certain lights, something people who know me have mentioned several times. I belong to a health club and I try to get there to work out at least four or five times a week. It has also become sort of a social outlet for me and I have met many wonderful women there, several who are in the same boat as I am, divorced and about my age. After we work out or take a class together, we sit around and chat, exchanging stories about our husbands and life in general with and without men. As I said, I have rather large breasts for my body size. My breasts have always been quite firm and shapely, although lately a number of blue veins are starting to show more and more through my skin. My nipples are not overly big but the brown area around them is sometimes quite prominent. Lately, they have been starting to sag a bit, and I guess that age is catching up with me. I also have pretty good legs and I have always managed to attract attention from other men, although I was always rather put-offish to them and never once did I ever invite an advance from any of the men who tried to flirt with me over the years. Our sexual life was never an exciting one. We did have sex on a regular basis, but when I think back, I now realize that Bob was very selfish about sex and only seemed to want oral sex, and only one way. He was always quite content to have me suck his penis whenever he wanted me too, and while it didn't happen every day, when he wanted me to do that for him, he was very demanding about it. He seldom touched me and we seldom had intercourse together. He would always want to ejaculate into my mouth and once he was finished doing that, it would be the end of our sexual encounter, even though I tried to get him to please me too. That should have been a clue, I guess, but not having had much experience prior to our marriage, I guess I was too naïve and accepting of things. So, you can see that my life has been pretty mundane for quite a few years, and because of the relationship with my husband, I never thought much about sex and thought that this kind of relationship was just the norm for folks of our age. When Bob left me, I looked for some work for a while, but at my age, I was unsuccessful in getting any. I did not have to work and I had enough money to support myself, but I thought I should work anyway to keep myself occupied. I did buy a computer soon after Bob left and with the help of my son I learned how to use it and became quite efficient with it. I don't know what it was or why, but I seemed to come by its use quite naturally and I soon found myself signing on to the internet and locating different web sites. I have been enjoying it immensely. I was soon exposed to a whole world of weirdness and interesting stuff while surfing and playing around on the net. I had heard about porn and stuff being a problem, and I guess I was a bit curious to find out what all the fuss was about, so with a determination I didn't realize I had, I signed on to and tried out all kinds of sites. I got an e-mail address and I found chat sites, catalog sites, picture sites, and everything else there is on the net. I could not believe that there was so much sex going on around me. As I mentioned earlier, my sexual experience had been pretty much limited to Bob and then limited in general. Now, the more I learned on the net, the more intrigued I became by what I might have been missing. And boy, had I ever been missing a lot. I couldn't believe what I could see and hear and do with my computer when it came to sex. I had always had a sort of sub-conscious interest in high heel shoes, although I never owned any really high ones. We always dressed rather conservatively and my highest pair of heels was probably only about 2 or so inches high, but I was always fascinated by other women I saw at parties or out shopping who wore much higher heels. I recall when I was quite young that I used to sometimes try to walk in my Mom's heels when she was out. And when I went shopping for shoes, I often found myself looking at the very high heeled ones and wondering what it would be like to walk in them, but I never got up the courage to buy any. I soon found that there were all kinds of mail-order web sites that sold shoes, and I then found myself thinking that maybe I should order a pair after all these years. After searching for quite a while, I settled on a pair of red open-toed sandals that had a very high heel. They looked so pretty and sexy in the picture and when you read the description it sounded like they were guaranteed to attract the first man that saw them. I also got very brazen and decided to order a red and black garter belt and some black fashion stockings with seams. The garter belt looked very sexy and it had five straps on each leg that attached to the hose. I had never worn a garter belt in my life, so you can imagine how excited I was when I settled on the one I wanted. I was nervous about providing credit card information but soon got over that and placed an order. I was as nervous as a schoolgirl on her first date while waiting for that first order to arrive. It only took two days, and then I was afraid to answer the door when I saw the express truck parked in our driveway, as I thought the driver probably knew what was in the package. I was nervous and embarrassed but then pleased to find out that there were no markings on the package to indicate what was inside. I couldn't wait to open the box when the man left, and I was delightfully surprised to find exactly what I had ordered. I immediately went up to my room, undressed totally, then put on the garter belt and stockings and then the shoes. The shoes I ordered had heels that must have been at least 5 inches high, and I probably should have ordered something lower for my first pair, but I was determined to learn how to walk in them, no matter what. But that was harder than I thought, and I found myself tottering and having a lot of trouble, not to speak of the sharp pains that shot through the calves of my legs. I couldn't stand in them for very long because of the pain, so I sat on the edge of the bed looking at myself in the mirrored doors of the closet. Imagine a woman approaching 50 looking at herself in the mirror with her legs open, wearing only a garter belt, hosiery and with a pair of 5 inch heels on her feet. For some reason I felt very sexy and attractive, and then I started to run my fingers over the stockings and the open part of my legs above the tops of them and over my breasts. I hadn't felt much sexual yearning for a long time, and I had seldom masturbated but now I could not stop myself. I started to play with myself and soon found myself moaning with pleasure and it wasn't long before I had one of the nicer orgasms that I could remember. With practice I soon learned to walk in the shoes and it wasn't long before I could keep them on for quite a while. Whenever I was alone in the house I would undress and put my heels and the garters on and with the blinds drawn, I would do my chores or sit at my computer dressed like that. It wasn't long before I ordered other pairs of shoes and several other bras and things. I was becoming obsessed and tried to find the sexiest types of bras, camisoles and even some corsets and girdles, all with straps to hold up the stockings I ordered, since I found it so refreshing not to be enclosed by pantyhose. My feet are very easy to fit and ordering from the net has worked very well for me. The big advantage of buying this way of course is the incredible variety of styles that are available and I have been able to get myself several pair of very exotic shoes. One problem is that I only wear them around the house when I am alone as I am still not comfortable wearing some of the more exotic ones outside of the house. Since being on the net, I have also come to realize that my interest in my shoes and hose would probably be considered a fetish by many. It was not long before I had about a dozen pair of shoes, and I even ordered some long high-heeled boots that I enjoy wearing very much also. My first pair of boots were a vivid red and they had a 4 ½ heel, a zipper that ran right down to below the ankle, and they were trimmed with red leather straps. The straps were mainly for show I think, although they could have been adjusted. I much preferred to leave the straps at the top of the boots behind my thigh very loose so that the top of the boot was as wide as possible. I guess I just liked the look of my leg coming out of the wider top. I enjoyed wearing those boots so much and I enjoyed looking at how I looked in the mirror when wearing them that I ordered several other pairs as well, some in very soft leather, and of course I just loved wearing the leather ones since they looked and felt so much better. I think that one of my very favorite things to wear is a white bustier type of outfit that I bought one day. I like to wear it around the house with white hose and a pair of platform sandals with extremely high heels, but heels that I could at least walk in because the high platform soles did not make the heels quite as high as they looked. This outfit only had an under-wire platform bra so my breasts were bare when I wore it, and the tiny cup held them so that they stood out quite firmly. The neatest thing about the outfit though was that the garter straps were very long and attached about half way up my body, not from my hips where they are usually attached, and they were quite stretchy. This gave them a very different effect and when I walked the garter straps would pull away from my body. I loved to put this outfit on and strut in front of a long mirror, looking at my body, my breasts and my legs especially. I seldom wore panties when I had this outfit on so except for the garter straps I was bare naked from just above my navel to the tops of the stockings that stopped half way up my thighs. I absolutely loved the feel of the material against my skin. I called it my virginal vamp outfit and believe me when I say that I have masturbated more than once while wearing it. One day I even decided to order a dildo. I thought that if I was going to masturbate once in a while, I might as well try a dildo too. I actually ended up ordering two of them, one that was plastic and had a battery so it was really a vibrator I guess. And then one that was rubbery. I don't know what I was thinking but the rubber one turned out to be so big that I could hardly get it into my vagina, no matter how much lubricant or how relaxed I tried to make myself. I still enjoyed it though because I would play with it once in a while and lick it and pretend it was a real penis. Whenever I did this, I felt pretty silly but I did enjoy it a lot. One problem that I had though was making sure my son would not see this new stuff so I kept everything locked and hidden in a small trunk I had in my bedroom. My son was studying at university and had a girlfriend that he lived with most of the time, so he was seldom home but I did have to be careful, because he still had his room and he did come home to use it every once in a while. Anyway, it became almost a daily ritual for me to have a shower in the morning, then put on a girdle that perhaps had a half bra and a pair of my high heels or boots. I would then prance around the house like a tart with my breasts jutting out over the top of the bra that was holding them up and feeling like a stripper on the runway. Seldom would a day go by that I would not masturbate, and sometimes I would do it two or three times a day. 2 – My Chatting I had found some chat rooms that featured a lot of cyber sex and used to spend time there when using my computer. I really didn't like cyber sex very much, but I must confess that I did try it a few times, and even found myself masturbating while engaged in some sort of silly scene with someone I had never met. I don't know if they believed me when I told them what I was wearing, but I did enjoy sitting at the computer with my new shoes and clothes. While I did not enjoy the cyber very much, I did enjoy chatting about sex and finding out what other people thought and did. Once I realized that people were more candid than they might be in real life, and that the person at the other end could not possibly find out who you really were, I became more comfortable in sharing and listening to fantasies about sex. Sometimes, I would become aroused enough to masturbate while I was chatting with someone. Then there were the pictures. Oh my, so many people wanted to see a picture of me and of course a lot of people wanted to send you pictures of themselves. I did scan some shots of myself that I had, but when I got brave enough to send one to someone, more often that not they would want to have one of me naked or something. I visited a lot of sites that showed pictures of ordinary people in all kinds of dress and undress and even having sex, and I often thought that I looked much better and had a much nicer body than most of them. I also thought it might be neat to have some pictures of me in my heels and hose, and I even found sites that offered to take the pictures. I ended talking to one man who lived not very far away and he offered to take photos of me in some of my outfits. He said he would do it for free, and finally one day my need to do something like that got the better of me and I agreed to pose in some of my clothes. Now I have a whole bunch of photos of myself in very sexy poses and many with my breasts bared but that is another story and I am getting away from what I want to write about. One of the things that intrigued me the most were the pictures that I found of women in various forms of bondage, and I found myself looking for more of these types of pictures all the time. I became very intrigued and curious about this whole sub-culture of activity. I didn't know much about it and didn't even realize that people really did this, and soon I found myself interested to the point of wanting to try it myself. I cannot explain it but the very thought of what it would be like to be tied and bound in various ways like the women in the pictures, and maybe to even be tortured and abused became very erotic for me. I don't know what caused this interest, but it started to become an obsession and I found myself thinking about it and fantasizing about it on a constant basis. I then found myself masturbating while looking at pictures of women tied up and being tortured, and wondering what it would be like to be in their position. I saw a number of pictures that featured women with things that I have since learned are nipple clamps, and this intrigued me a lot. The thought of those on my breasts kept creeping into my mind. I didn't have any clamps of my own of course, but I found that I could attach the clips from some skirt and pant hangers on to my nipples or clip clothes pegs on them, and when I tried this, I found it very exciting. Those kinds of clips hurt my nipples a lot when I tried them but I found that if I attached them more to the skin around the nipples rather than to the nipples themselves it didn't hurt as much. The only problem was that as soon as they started to hurt I would take them off, and I often wondered and thought what it would be like if someone else put them on me and then I wouldn't be able to take them off but would be forced to endure the pain – what then? But that was the extent of my experience until one day when I was chatting in a chat room and I struck up a conversation with someone who was called Bro-W. I think Bro-W was male but I am not certain. Well, I guess I am sure he was as I can't imagine another woman suggesting the things he did. In any event, he seemed very nice and we exchanged a few pleasantries. He then asked me very nonchalantly if I would like to follow his instructions and tie myself up while we were chatting. I thought he was kidding and said so, as I could not figure out how I could tie myself up, but he said, yes, I could if I wanted to and he could teach me if I was interested. Well, I was intrigued at the thought and said so, and he suggested we move to another chat room where it would be quieter, so we did that. The chat that ensued changed my life quite dramatically and so I am including a copy of that chat, and I have interspersed it with comments to help you understand what happened to me. In a moment, Bro-W came back and suggested we move to a room called The Palace. I said okay, left the chat room I was in, found the Palace room he was referring to and went there. A moment later, there he was. (13:02:25) Bro-W--Hi Diana, you made it, great! (13:02:30) Diana--yes, hello (13:02:40) Bro-W--Tell me more about yourself, how old are you? (13:02:50) Diana--38 (If you recall correctly, I am actually 48 but I did not want the chat to end because he might have thought I was too old or something, so I told him I was 38.) (13:03:08) Bro-W--Where do you live (13:03:16) Diana--in Canada (13:03:28) Bro-W--and you are interested in bondage, why is that? (13:03:44) Diana--I don't know, I just find myself dreaming and thinking about it a lot – I can't get it out of my head (13:04:14) Bro-W--but you have never tried it at all, ever? (13:04:26) Diana--no (13:04:40) Bro-W--you are willing to learn? (13:04:52) Diana--yes (13:05:08) Bro-W--will you do everything I say, it is important that you do so you don't get hurt (13:05:24) Diana--yes (13:05:44) Bro-W--are you serious about that? (13:06:06) Diana--yes (13:06:15) Bro-W--everything? (13:06:22) Diana--yes (13:06:38) Bro-W--okay, there is no danger if you just do what I say, okay (13:06:58) Diana--yes (13:07:18) Bro-W--now, first I want you to take all of your clothes off. What are you wearing anyway? (13:07:56) Diana--just some jeans and a blouse (That was what I was wearing too. It was one of the few times recently that I was not wearing any of the heels or hose that I had been acquiring.) Diana's Story (13:08:16) Bro-W--Take them off (13:08:29) Diana--Now? (13:08:42) Bro-W--Of course now, when I tell you to do something, I want you to do it right away (13:09:20) Diana--Okay, just a moment, but it is cool here, I will be cold (13:09:58) Bro-W--Well, if you have a large man's shirt handy, you can put that on, but it should be loose and have buttons in the front, but I don't want it buttoned, do you understand? (13:10:56) Diana--Okay, just a minute (I was feeling kind of silly listening to this person, but there was something about the way we were interacting that made me want to do what he said, even though I knew it was kind of crazy, so I actually took my clothes off. It was not actually that cold, I had just told him it was cool to see what he would say.) (13:12:12) Bro-W--Are you there, Diana? (13:12:32) Diana--Yes, sorry, I am nude now (13:12:58) Bro-W--Now, I want you to do a couple of things. First, do you have any rope that you can use? (13:13:20) Diana--Rope? I don't think so. I have a couple of extension cords but that is all I can think of (13:13:48) Bro-W--No, that is too rough, what about pantyhose, you must have some old pairs of those around? And high heels, do you have a pair of heels you can put on? (13:14:30) Diana--Yes, I have some pantyhose and I have some heels I can wear. Should they be very high? (13:14:58) Bro-W--As high as you feel comfortable in. (13:15:20) Bro-W--Okay, go and put your heels on and get the pantyhose. Tell me when you are back, and hurry. (13:15:48) Bro-W--Yes, okay, just a minute. (I went into my bedroom and I unlocked a small trunk I have in my room. I have been keeping my new shoes and boots and the sexy things I recently bought in the locked trunk so that my son would not see them. I rummaged around and found a couple of pair of thigh high stockings and then I got a couple of pairs of pantyhose from one of my dresser drawers. I took most of my new shoes out of the trunk and had some trouble deciding which pair to put on. I was feeling kind of frisky and exhilarated at the same time, so I chose a pair of 5 inch heels, a pair of black ones that had a narrow ankle strap. I slipped them on, but then decided I would like to wear hose with them too, so I chose a black leather garter belt and some black mesh seamed stockings. When I got things on, I walked back to the den where the computer was, full of anticipation. When I got there, I realized I had forgotten the pantyhose and stockings so I had to go back to get them.) (13:22:20) Diana--Hello, I am back (13:22:38) Bro-W--Good? Do you have the heels on? How many pairs of pantyhose did you get? (13:23:10) Diana--Yes, I am wearing the heels as you requested, and I brought two pairs of stockings and two pairs of pantyhose. It is not as cold as I thought it would be, so I do not need the shirt. (13:23:48) Bro-W--Good. Excellent. You are a good girl, Diana, but you know you are nothing more than a little slut, aren't you? (13:24:40) Diana--No, please don't say that (13:25:28) Bro-W--Why not? But you know you are, don't you? You are just a worthless little piece of shit and I don't know why I should waste my time on you? Aren't you? Tell me you are!!! (13:26:20) Diana--Yes, I am. I am a slut, just as you say. You are right. I am worthless. (13:26:48) Bro-W--That's better, and don't forget it. Now, tell me again what you look like, everything, your age and all your stats. Then tell me what you are thinking about. (13:27:40) Diana--Well, as I told you earlier, I am 38 years old. I am divorced. I am 5'9" tall, I weigh about 140 pounds, my hair is dark and my eyes are green. Right now I am thinking about what you are going to ask me to do. (13:28:28) Bro-W--You didn't tell me everything, did you? I asked for all your stats, didn't I. Are you stupid too, you useless cunt? (13:28:50) Diana--I am sorry, do you mean my measurements? (13:29:38) Bro-W--Yes, you dumb bitch, your measurements, what did you think I meant. (13:30:20) Diana--I am sorry, I do not want to upset you. My measurements are 39/26/35. (13:30:38) Bro-W--And your cup size? (13:30:50) Diana--DD, sometimes DDD depending on the make of the bra. (13:32:08) Bro-W--And you shouldn't be thinking about yourself, you should be thinking about me and making me happy. You are here to please me, that is all, do you understand that? (13:33:20) Diana--Yes, I am sorry. I only want to please you. I will do anything you want me to if it will make you happy. (13:34:18) Bro-W--Well, maybe you aren't so stupid after all because you learn quickly. Do you like to suck cocks? (13:34:55) Diana--Yes. (13:35:48) Bro-W--So if I called you a little cock-sucking whore, I would be correct, wouldn't I? (13:36:20) Diana--Yes. (13:37:28) Bro-W--Good, now I want you to go and get some candles, the longer and thicker the better. (13:38:20) Diana--Candles? Why? (13:39:18) Bro-W--You stupid bitch!!! You don't ask questions when I tell you to do something, do you understand, or do I have to swat you and knock some sense into you? (13:41:20) Diana--But I thought we would only do some bondage. You never said anything about candles. I wanted to learn about bondage. (13:42:48) Bro-W--I know, but a little penetration will heighten the sensation, believe me. It will be mainly bondage. Now don't ask questions and go and get some candles. (13:43:20) Diana--Yes, okay, how many? (13:43:58) Bro-W--two will be fine. (13:44:20) Diana--Okay, one minute. (I didn't have many candles in the house, but I did manage to find a couple that must have been around for years. They were dining room candles, not very big around, but quite long, and they were tapered quite a bit.) (13:48:23) Diana--Okay, I am back and I found two candles. (13:50:08) Bro-W--That's better, now are you ready to start? (13:50:40) Diana--Yes. (13:51:08) Bro-W--Are you sitting at your chair? (13:51:20) Diana--Yes. (13:53:38) Bro-W--Now, I want you to take a pair of the pantyhose and place the crotch of it behind your neck so that the two legs are hanging down over your tits. Stretch the legs so they are as long as possible, and then tie the end of each leg tightly around each of your tits. Tie them as close to the base of your tits as possible, and tie them as tight as you can so that your tits are squeezed and so that they stick out like watermelons. Tell me when you are done. (13:55:20) Diana--Yes, one moment. (I tied a leg of the pantyhose around the base of each of my breasts and pulled the knot as tight as I could. It hurt a little and it made my breasts bulge out quite a bit. I didn't know how tight I could do it and I was surprised that I could squeeze them quite a bit tighter than I thought I could without it hurting too much.) (14:02:20) Diana--Okay, they are tied. (14:03:38) Bro-W--Are they comfortable? Does it hurt? (14:04:20) Diana--A little, but I think I will be okay. I may have cut the circulation off though. (14:05:08) Bro-W--That's okay. A little loss of circulation in them won't hurt you that much and will heighten the sensation for you? Are you okay and ready to continue? (14:06:20) Diana--Yes. (14:06:48) Bro-W--Now take one of the candles and put it in your mouth and wet the thick end as much as you can. I want a lot of saliva on it. (14:07:45) Diana--Okay, it is wet. (14:08:38) Bro-W--Now spread your legs and open your pussy and push the thick end into your vagina. Tell me when you have done that. (14:08:50) Diana--Okay, one minute and I will try. (14:09:18) Bro-W--No, you silly bitch, you won't try, you will do it, now hurry, I don't have all day. (14:09:50) Diana--Yes, okay, I am sorry. (It had been quite a while since I had had anything at all in my vagina and I had to pull the lips apart and quickly play with myself a little to try and help get a little lubrication flowing. I still had some difficulty pushing the candle in, but with a little movement and twisting I was finally able to get it part way in.) (14:13:21) Diana--Okay, it is in. (14:13:58) Bro-W--Is it all the way in? (14:14:20) Diana--Well, no, the candle is too long. (14:14:58) Bro-W--Push it in as far as you can. (14:16:27) Diana--Okay, it is in quite a bit. (14:17:08) Bro-W--Now, if the other one will fit, push it in beside the first one? (14:17:55) Diana--Oh, I don't think it will. (14:18:38) Bro-W--Do it, now! (14:18:59) Diana--Okay, I will try. (14:19:18) Bro-W--Listen cunt, you don't try, you do, do you understand? (14:20:20) Diana--Yes, one moment. (I was afraid to try and get both of them in because I was afraid to hurt myself and I never thought for a moment I could. I toyed with the idea of lying to him and telling him they were both in when in fact they weren't. I was just about to do that when I thought maybe I should try, since the first candle went in rather easily once I got it started and the feeling of the first was quite pleasant. So I moved the first one back and forth and up and down as much as I could to loosen myself up. Then after a few tries and by holding by vagina open as wide as I could with my fingers, I finally got the end of the second candle in beside the first and I was then able to slowly push it in as far as the other one. With the two of them in there though, the feeling was more of discomfort than pleasure.) (14:24:20) Diana--Okay, they are both in. (14:26:08) Bro-W--Good, now close your legs together. (14:26:50) Diana--Yes, okay. (14:27:48) Bro-W--How are you feeling, Diana? (14:28:21) Diana--Fine, thank you. (14:28:58) Bro-W--Are you enjoying this at all? (14:29:40) Diana--Yes, very much. (14:30:08) Bro-W--Am I a good teacher? (14:30:28) Diana--Yes, you are. (14:31:09) Bro-W--Will you do everything I tell you to? (14:31:40) Diana--Yes, I will. (14:32:18) Bro-W--Are you ready to continue, I won't hurt you, I promise? (14:32:52) Diana--Yes, please. (14:33:18) Bro-W--are you still sitting on your chair? (14:34:02) Diana--On the edge, yes. (14:35:18) Bro-W--Take one of the stockings now and wrap it around your ankles two or three times, then tie it off? It doesn't have to be too tight, but tight enough to keep your ankles close together. Let me know when you are done. (14:35:50) Diana--Yes, one moment. (14:39:24) Diana--Okay, I did that. (14:40:18) Bro-W--Now take another one of the stockings and do the same thing but this time around your knees. (14:40:50) Diana--Okay, one minute. (14:42:20) Diana--Okay, my knees are tied too. (14:43:18) Bro-W--Good, now we should have two stockings and a pair of pantyhose left. Is that right? (14:44:02) Diana--Yes. (14:45:08) Bro-W--Good, now I want you to stand up and I want you to tie one leg of a pantyhose set tightly around your waist, and when you finish, the crotch and the other leg should be dangling in front of you. (14:45:30) Diana--Okay, one minute. (14:47:20) Diana--Okay, I did that. (14:48:38) Bro-W--Now, I want you to pull the loose crotch area down and over the candles and then bring the leg up behind you and under the part that is tied around your waist. This is to hold the candles tight inside you. (14:49:20) Diana--But the ends of the candles are sticking out too far, they will hurt me if they are pushed down. (14:50:08) Bro-W--Can you push them inside you any more? (14:50:30) Diana--No, I don't think so, they are too long. (14:50:58) Bro-W--Just break off the ends then. (14:51:20) Diana--Okay, just a second. (14:52:09) Diana--I did that, but the ends are dangling because of the wick, Shall I cut the wicks? (14:53:08) Bro-W--No, you can just leave them hanging, they will be okay the way they are. Now just tuck the loose parts between your legs and pull the crotch part underneath you, and then loop the leg under the part that is tied around your waist like I told you to do before. This should hold the candles firmly in place so they can't come out. Okay? (14:54:20) Diana--Yes, okay, I have done that. (14:54:38) Bro-W--Now here comes the tougher part. Are you ready? (14:54:50) Diana--Yes, I think so. (14:55:28) Bro-W--Good. For this part, you will have to get on your knees. (14:56:06) Diana--But how will I type or see the computer screen if I am on my knees? (14:56:38) Bro-W--Pull the screen to the edge of your desk and place the keyboard on your chair. (14:57:22) Diana--Okay, I think I can do that. (14:58:08) Bro-W--Are you on your knees? (14:58:20) Diana--Yes. (14:58:54) Diana--Can you still see the screen, and can you type? (14:59:20) Diana--Yes. (15:01:08) Bro-W--Now I want you to tie a loop in the end of each stocking, the thigh end. The loops should be able to slip and be big enough so that your hands can fit through them. (15:01:40) Diana--How do I tie a loop that will slip? (15:02:18) Bro-W--Just take an end of the stocking and tie it around another part of the stocking. It will slip up and down? (15:04:20) Diana--Okay, I think I have it. They seem to slip okay. (15:04:40) Bro-W--Good, but first, how do your tits feel? (In my excitement, I had forgotten all about my breasts, and when I looked at them, they were a bluish purple color and I started to panic because they were bulging and looked like they were going to burst open. I had lost the feeling in them, and when I touched them, they felt quite hard and cold. I thought I should loosen the knots, but before I did, I glanced at the screen and there was a message so I decided to answer it first.) (15:05:20) Bro-W--Diana, are you there? (15:05:58) Diana--Yes, sorry. My breasts are not getting any circulation and are turning blue. Can I loosen the knots? (15:06:48) Bro-W--Just leave them for a moment. We will not be much longer, and when we are finished, you can do that and the feel of the blood rushing back into them will be quite intense and pleasurable, believe me. (15:07:20) Diana--Okay, I will wait if you say so. I trust you. (15:08:18) Bro-W--Good, now if there is any slack in the pantyhose that is around your neck, gather it and knot it so that your tits are lifted up as high as they can go. I want your tits to be sticking straight out at me like an offering for me, do you understand? (15:09:20) Diana--Okay, I did that. (15:09:08) Bro-W--Your tits belong to me now, is that clear, and you don't touch them again until I tell you. Are they sticking out for me? (15:09:40) Diana--Yes. (15:09:58) Bro-W--Who do they belong to? (15:10:20) Diana--You. (15:10:38) Bro-W--Tell me. (15:10:50) Diana--Tell you what? (15:11:08) Bro-W--Who they belong to? (15:11:20) Diana--They belong to you. (15:11:38) Bro-W--What belongs to me? (15:11:57) Diana--My tits belong to you. (15:12:28) Bro-W--Tell me like you really mean it Diana, or you will make me mad and you don't want to displease me, do you? (15:13:40) Diana--No, I am sorry. My tits are bound exactly as you directed and they are raised in an offering to you. They are yours and yours alone and you may do anything you like with them. They are yours to control and enjoy and I will make them available for your pleasure whenever you want them. I will not touch them again. (15:14:58) Bro-W--That's better. I want to hear those kinds of answers when I ask you questions. In a few moments, we will tie your hands, and then the rest of you will be mine too. Are you still on your knees, Diana? (15:15:50) Diana--Yes, I am. (15:16:38) Bro-W--What do you feel like now, Diana? Do you feel like a cheap slut, Diana? (15:16:50) Diana--Yes. (15:17:08) Bro-W--Yes, what, Diana? (15:18:43) Diana--Yes, I am only a cheap slut and I am here only for your pleasure and I will be happy to do anything you ask of me, anything at all. I only want to make you happy and please you every moment. (15:19:58) Bro-W--Would you like to suck my cock, Diana? (15:20:20) Diana--Yes, very much. (15:21:08) Bro-W--What would you do if I were there in front of you, Diana? (15:21:40) Diana--I would like to stay on my knees in front of you and take all of your cock into my mouth and make you feel like I am worthy of you. (15:22:28) Bro-W--Do you really mean that, Diana? You are a cheap cock-sucking whore, aren't you? You've proven that, haven't you? Tell me what you are, Diana, and make it good. (15:23:18) Diana--Yes, I am only a cheap cock-sucking whore whose only role is to please you and make you happy. My tits are yours. My mouth is yours. My body is yours. All of me belongs to you. I am yours. (15:24:08) Bro-W--Before I let you suck my cock though, we must tie your hands too so that you don't get me dirty by touching me when you suck it, do you agree, because you aren't worthy of touching me, are you? (15:25:20) Diana--No. (15:26:07) Bro-W--No what, Diana? For Christ's sake, I should slap you, you worthless bitch, can't you answer properly? Do you want me to slap you, you cunt? (15:27:02) Diana--If you feel I deserve it, yes. (15:27:38) Bro-W--Well, some other time, or if you let me down again, you'll get the whack of your life. Now, do you have that last pair of stockings? The stockings with the loops in them? (15:28:10) Diana--Yes, I have them. (15:30:08) Bro-W--Good. Now tie them together at the ends that do not have the loops so that the two are one long piece, and then slip it under the one that is holding your ankles together, just behind your ankles. Then put your hands in the loops. Let me know when you have done that. (15:31:20) Diana--Okay, one moment. (Just at the point when I was putting my wrists through the loops, I heard a key in the front door and I heard the door opening. My son Robby is the only one who has a key and he is supposed to be at school and I wasn't expecting him home at all until the weekend. I panicked and tried to stand up so I could get the nylons off me. I grabbed the edge of the table to help pull myself up. I managed to get to my feet, but as soon as I tried to get my hands out of the loops, I went over on my ankle and as I did so I lost my balance and fell towards the desk. My hands were caught in the loops and I couldn't use them to protect myself, so I fell over the chair, and the chair rolled away on its casters, pulling the computer to the edge of the desk. I remember banging my head on the edge of the desk, and then falling against one of the open desk drawers. I also remember a searing pain in my left breast and after that everything went blank, but only for a few moments, because the next thing I remember is opening my eyes and seeing my son Robby standing over me with a look of astonishment on his face.) (15:35:08) Bro-W--Diana? Are you there? (15:39:18) Bro-W--Diana? I am waiting. (15:44:28) Bro-W--Diana? Are you there? (15:50:29) Bro-W--Diana, answer me you worthless bitch or I will slap the shit out of you, do you understand? 3 – My Son "Jesus, mom, what happened?" His eyes were as big as saucers and I could see that he was quickly taking everything in. "Are you all right? Did someone break in and attack you?" I have never been so frightened or ashamed in my life. I tried to cover my naked bulging breasts, as if that would shield me from the way my son was looking at me, but I couldn't even do that because my arms were still caught in the nylons. Not knowing what else to do at the moment, I nodded yes. Robby said "Well, I better call the police, then" and started to pick up the phone. "No, No, don't do that, Robby! Don't call anybody, please, I'll be all right. It's okay. Nobody was here. Just leave me, please" and then I started to cry. "Jesus, Jesus", Robby said again and again, "Here, let me help you, for Christ's sake, and you're bleeding, Oh Jesus. Listen. Don't move at all. Stay as still as you can and let me get you out of that stuff first. You may have hurt yourself. Are you hurting anywhere?" I nodded yes and told him that I twisted my ankle and that one of my arms hurt. He then bent down and started to untie the nylons that were around my ankles and my knees. Then he finally figured out where to untie the pantyhose that was around my waist and holding the candles inside me. When I remembered the candles and when I realized he would see them too, I started to sob harder, more now because of my embarrassment than from any pain that I was experiencing. Diana's Story When he untied them and pulled them away, I tried to keep my legs closed so he wouldn't see the candles, but he saw them right away. "Jesus, Jesus" he said again, and then he pushed my legs apart a little bit and said "Jesus, hold still a minute so I can get these out of here." I guess he didn't want to hurt me and he was afraid to touch me because he had a little trouble pulling the candles out of me. I now realized I was sore down there too and the thought that the candles may have cut through me scared me even more. I kept thinking about how stupid I was and what Robby must be thinking and all I wanted to do was crawl into a hole and die. He got my hands free, and then he finally started to untie the knots in the pantyhose that was around my breasts. When I looked down at them, I realized that they must have been without any blood for a long while because they were a bright purplish red and blue in color. They were bulging and a bunch of veins were clearly visible, and I also saw that there was some blood on the side of my left breast. A little while earlier I was looking forward to the pleasure from the rush of blood back into them that Bro-W had promised I would experience. When the knots were released, I certainly didn't feel much pleasure, probably because I was so ashamed, but I did experience a strange feeling in them, much like the numb feeling in your mouth after it has been frozen. Robby' words shook me out of my thoughts. "Mom, can you move your arms? Move your arms, Mom, and show me" I was now sitting up and I moved my arms, and while one was a bit sore, they were okay. "Robby", I said, "I don't know how to…" and he put his finger to my mouth to shush me and interrupted me by saying "sshhhh, Mom, it's okay, you don't have to explain. Don't worry. Let me help you. Just tell me where you hurt and let's get you better. Just relax and tell me where you hurt, okay." I shook me head in agreement, and the tears started to flow again from my eyes. "My ankle, I think I twisted it or sprained it." I said. "Okay", Robby said, "it doesn't look like there is anything serious. Maybe you sprained your ankle and it looks like a cut on your breast, so lets get you up to your bed and then we can see what else is wrong, okay? I'll carry you in case you did sprain your ankle. Put your arm around my shoulder if you can. Can you do that?" I nodded yes, put my right arm around his neck when he bent down, then he put his arms under my knees and around my back. To my surprise, he lifted me like I didn't weigh anything and carried me up the stairs to my room and laid me on my bed. "Let me look at the bleeding first Mom. It doesn't look bad so maybe we can just wash it and put a bandage on it. Don't move until I get a wet cloth." Robby left the room for a minute and as soon as he was gone, a rush of shame washed over me again and I tried to look for something to cover myself with. There was nothing handy so I just pulled part of the bedspread over me. When Robby came back in with the wet cloth, he said "Look, I know you are embarrassed, Mom, but Jesus, we've got to get you fixed up, so don't worry about it, okay?" I nodded yes, and he pulled the spread off me and there I was fully naked again in front of my son. Well, not fully naked, because I still had the garter belt, stockings and the high heel shoes still on. I again realized how stupid I must look, a middle-aged woman dressed like a tart and lying in a bed crying in front of her son. Not knowing what else to do, I started to sob again. "Oh Robby, I feel so bad, I'm so sorry,,,," I sobbed and tried to turn my head away. "Look, Mom, it's okay, it's okay, don't worry about it please, I understand, okay? Here, let me wash the blood off of you and put a bandage on there." I nodded yes and turned a bit so he could get at my left breast to wash the blood on it. My breasts were still a reddish color and I now noticed the markings around the base of them from the nylons. When he started to wipe the little bit of blood off my breast, I yelled and winced in pain when the cloth touched the area. Robby said "Maybe there is something in there, like a splinter, let me see" and for the first time I felt my son's hands on my breasts. He might have touched them when he was untying me but I didn't notice it then like I noticed it now. He clasped my breast in one hand and then got close to it to see what the cut was. He then ran some fingers of his other hand ever so slightly over the cut and then said "yes, there are couple of slivers of wood in there Mom, do you have any tweezers I can use to try to get them out?" "On my dresser" I said. Robby quickly found the tweezers and returned, he sat down beside me on the bed and reached around to my shoulder to pull me closer to him and on my side so he could get at the splinters. He adjusted the lamp so that it was shining brightly on my breast and then he proceeded to pry and probe with his fingers and with the tweezers and after several minutes he pulled a couple of small pieces of wood out of my breast. Each time he found one, he showed it to me and smiled at me before he put it on the side table. "Your breasts look sore Mom so I am just going to massage them for a moment to see if we can get more blood flowing through them, okay?" Before I could answer, he had my right breast in both of his hands and was rubbing it and kneading it mainly where the nylons had been tied, trying to erase the ugly marks that were there. Even in my embarrassment, his hands felt good and again I tried to turn my head away so he couldn't see me crying. After a few minutes, he started to do the same to my other breast, being very careful not to touch the area where he removed the splinters. After a few moments, they even started to feel normal again and I was enjoying the feel of his hands as he moved them from one breast to the other. Then he said, "Now let's look at the rest of you, okay, we've got to get you fixed up" and I nodded yes. To my surprise, he reached for my thighs and moved them apart and before I could stop him he started to probe around my vagina, pulling the lips apart and trying to peer inside. "What are you doing?" I said, trying to close my legs but he held them open and said he was just trying to see if the candles had done any damage. I had forgotten about the candles, and so I relaxed and let him probe. He actually stuck one of his fingers in me several times, looking at it to check for blood whenever he took it back out, I guess, and after a couple of minutes, he seemed satisfied and gently pushed my legs back together. Then he moved to the foot of the bed and asked me which ankle was sore. When I told him the left one, he said he was going to take my shoes off for me and to let him know when it hurt. He unbuckled both straps very gently and pulled the shoes off. When he pulled the left one off, he probably felt me wince but the pain was not really that bad. He then lifted my left foot and gently started moving it back and forth and up and down, asking me where and when it hurt. He finally said that it wasn't even a sprain, probably only a bad twist but that I should stay off it for two or three days and it would be fine. I was certainly glad to hear that and said so. "Well, I guess we should get you out of the rest of your clothes, huh?" he said, and gave me a little knowing smile as he reached for the tops of my stockings to undo the clips that were holding them up. He rolled the stockings down my legs and was very gentle taking the left one off of my foot. He dropped them on the floor beside my shoes and then tried to pull the garter belt down over my hips. I told him it had to be opened first and I tried to lift my hips and reach to find the clasp underneath me, but he pushed my hands away and after turning me on my side, he undid the belt and pulled it off me. "It's very pretty" he said, smiling at me, and I turned my head and started to cry again. "I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't mean to embarrass you, honest, I was only trying to lighten you up a bit, honest." He then reached for my chin and pulled my face around so that I had to look at him. "Look" he said, "first of all, everything about this is just between you and I, so stop worrying. You're not the first or the only one who does this. Now, I am going to phone Patty and tell her that I won't be over for a couple of days and I'll stay here with you until you are better and able to walk again, okay?" "You don't have to do that son" I said, "I'll be all right. You go on back to Patty and I will be fine," "No, I'll stay here until I am sure you are better. Everything will be okay and don't worry. You don't have to explain or say anything if you don't want to. I understand. Do you understand?" I nodded yes, and then he said "Now, let me help you get under the covers and you try to get some rest. Do you need anything right now? Are you hungry?" I maneuvered myself to get under the covers and I was relieved that I was no longer fully exposed to my son. I told him I wasn't hungry but that I would like a glass of water. He went to get one and placed it on my bedside table. Then when he went to leave the room, he noticed the open trunk and looked into it, seeing all of my shoes and boots and underwear. He picked up the stuff that was lying around and placed them in the trunk, then he stood staring into it a moment before he closed it. I heard him mutter, "Jesus, Jesus" under his breath a few times. He came back to the bed, leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. He said "I love you Mom, now try to get some rest, okay?" I kissed him back, told him I loved him too, thanked him for being so kind and understanding, watched him leave, then broke into uncontrollable sobs. I couldn't stop thinking about how stupid I had been, and I couldn't stop feeling waves of shame at having being caught so blatantly, and I couldn't stop thinking about what Robby was probably thinking of me, and of course, I couldn't sleep at all. I thought about Robby, about what a fine young man he had grown up to become. I had always been very demure around Robby and to have him find me the way I was must have been a big shock and disappointment to him. I thought about the feel of his hands on my breasts and how it made me feel. They were so soft and it was the first strange pair of hands that had touched my breasts in a long time, since Bob left, I guess. I thought about my new obsessions, of my shoes, my clothes and my wanting to be dominated by someone. I wondered whether I would ever let that happen to me for real, and how I would react to being totally submissive to someone. The next thing I knew, the door opened and it was Robby. He looked in at me, smiled, and asked me how I was doing. I said I was fine. He came over, sat down on the side of the bed and said, "Mom, let me see how that sore is doing", and he started to pull the covers off me. I quickly grabbed the sheet to stop him, but he said "now don't be silly, I only want to make sure it doesn't get infected, and it's not like I haven't seen your body before." And there I was, my bare chest exposed for my son again. "Please, Robby, this is very embarrassing for me, you know." "I know Mom, but don't forget I am studying medicine and you are not the first person whose body I have seen, so just think of me as your doctor, okay? I am only interested in making sure you get well." "I know son, but it is still embarrassing for me." He took hold of my left breast in one hand, and then moved closer to examine the area where the splinters had been. He ran his fingers over it again, and while he was doing that, I thought that he was applying gentle little squeezes to my tit with his other hand, but they were so slight, I could not be sure if he actually was or not. "I think it is going to be okay", he said, "the wood did not get in very deep. Does it hurt when I pinch it a little like this?" he said, and gently pinched that area between his fingers. "Just a little, I replied." "That's good to hear, it will be fine in a day or so. How are you feeling generally? How is your ankle?" "It is a little sore", I replied. "Let's have a look at it too, then" and with that he pulled the rest of the blankets off of me before I could stop him. He reached down and gently started to move my foot in different directions, and I told him that it was not hurting nearly as much as it was earlier. "Have you been able to get any sleep?" he asked me, and I nodded no. "You are not feeling all that great now, are you? He said, and I nodded no again and started to sob a little. "Look, you need some rest and you need to get this stuff out of your mind for a while. How about I give you a massage to relax you? It will make you feel a lot better and perhaps relax you enough so that you can get some rest." I didn't know what to say to that, and I was still sobbing, so I just nodded okay, then quietly sobbed some more. Robby then said, "turn over on your tummy then, and I'll start with your back. Do you have any oil I can use, that will make my hands feel softer on you?" I told him there was some baby oil in the counter in the bathroom. He was up off the bed in a flash. I could hear him washing his hands, and I started to tremble a little in anticipation of his hands on my body. I turned over on to my stomach to hide myself. Robby came back into the room with the oil and sat down on the side of the bed again. The next thing I felt was the oil being dripped onto the middle of my spine, and then his hands on my back, spreading the oil in different directions. When he had the oil over all of my back, he started to knead the skin with strong motions, forcing his fingers into me and rubbing muscles that I didn't even realize were aching. I knew that part of his schooling included massage therapy and by the way he was massaging my back, I could tell that he knew what he was doing. I crossed my hands over my pillow and lay my face on them as Robby worked on the muscles in my neck. Then he worked my back again, kneading and pulling and stretching the skin and concentrating on different muscle groups. His hands felt so good and my first thoughts were that I would like this to go on forever, then my thoughts turned a bit sexual and I started to wonder whether he was doing this for sexual reasons or whether he was just doing it to relax me. I started to wonder how I would react and what I should do if he tried to do anything sexual to me, and my thoughts raced from stopping him immediately to letting him proceed. I had not had sex with a man for so long and his hands felt so good on my body that I started to think that if he tried anything I just might let him. I thought about how attractive he was and what it would be like to have sex with an attractive young man like him. I don't know if it was the erotic thoughts that were racing through my mind or the wonderful feeling of his hands on my body but I periodically let out a soothing low moan, kind of like a kitten purring. "Does that feel good, Mom" he said, "am I hurting you, pushing too hard at all?" "No, no, Robby" I said, "it just feels so wonderful." I lifted my body slightly so that a little more of my breasts were exposed, hoping he might touch them. His hands massaged my sides, and even started to come around my rib cage several times towards my breasts but his fingers always stopped short of touching them, and by this time I really wanted him to but he never did. When he reached my lower back, his hands were close to my buttocks and then I was hoping he would massage them since he never touched my breasts, but he didn't touch them either. Instead, he moved right past them and started to massage my legs. He started with the backs and the insides of my thighs and I could feel his fingers right next to the lips of my vagina but somehow he never actually touched them either, no matter how much I was hoping he would and I was willing him to. I tried to let him know that it would be okay to touch me there by moaning softly whenever his fingers came close to my vagina but it didn't work. He moved down to my calves and then my feet and worked there for several minutes. When he moved his hands back up my legs, I again started to hope that he would do something sexual, but he managed to massage my inner thighs without even accidentally touching my pussy. At one point I even tried to push myself a little lower on the bed so his hands would touch me, but he still didn't. Finally, he gave my bum a little slap and at the same time he said "Okay, that's it for your backside, turn over and I'll work on your front." That gave me a little more hope again, and when I turned over, I tried to arrange my breasts so that they looked bigger and did not sag too much. When I am lying on my back, my breasts tend to sag off to either side of my body. He didn't seem to notice, so then I thought if I put my hands behind my head, it would make my breasts stand out a bit so I did that. He either wasn't interested or didn't seem to notice and he just started by massaging my temples and then my neck. I kept thinking that now he would have to touch my breasts, but he just worked around them, massaging my breastbone and my ribcage without ever massaging my breasts. He did touch them a few times, but not in a sexual way, he just lifted or moved them aside when they seemed to be in the way, but even that touch on them felt nice. When he reached my legs and started to massage the front of my thighs, I tried to lift my groin ever so slightly towards him but again he never touched it. Finally, when he was finished, he did say "How is that little sore on your breast doing, Mom?" and as he said it, he reached for my left breast and held it in his hand so that he could get a look at where the splinters had been. "It is looking pretty good. Maybe if I gave it a little kiss to make it better that would help. Remember how you used to do that when I had a sore somewhere, what do you think?" But before I could even answer, he bent over and gave the sore spot a kiss, but it was only a peck, not any kind of sexual kiss. Still, the feel of his lips on my breast was very arousing and I am sure he must have felt me tremble when he kissed it. He then pulled the covers over me. "I hope this makes you feel better. Maybe now you can get some sleep, okay?" Then he bent down and gave me a kiss on the cheek, grazing my lips as he did so. "Good night, mom, I'll see you in the morning. Please try to get some rest." "Good night, son. Thanks ever so much. That felt so nice and relaxing. I never knew you could give a massage like that. It felt wonderful." "No problem, mom. Any time you want one let me know. You know there is no charge for you." And he gave me a nice smile and he walked out and closed the door behind him. It was not easy for me to get to sleep that night. So much had happened and I kept thinking about how much had changed in so short a time. I went through various stages of thought. First I was thinking about how sexually aroused I was when I was tied up and doing what Bro-W was telling me to do. Then I thought about how ashamed I felt when Robby found me. I wondered what he must think of me. Then I thought of how sexually aroused I was getting when Robby was touching me or even near me. What was happening to me? What kind of a creature was I anyway? My mind was a boiling cauldron of emotions but I must have finally gotten some sleep because I was awakened by a knock on my door, and I knew it was morning because I saw the light of day streaming through the window. 4 – Robby And I When I heard the knock, I said come in and when Robby entered, he had some breakfast on a tray for me. He came over to the bed, and I sat up so he could put the tray down. When I tried to fix the pillow behind my back, the sheet that was covering my breasts slipped down and they were exposed to Robby again, but he didn't seem to notice and I pulled it back up over me.