A wonderful memory
Many years ago - I must have been 27 or 8 - I began to have fantasies of being teased. I had visited pro dommes - or the version of them that prevailed at the time - I don't think that 'dominatrix' had even been invented. But my fantasies of the excitement and arousal of being tied and caned were not confirmed in practice. My skin was too sensitive and my pain threshold too low.
After one session, the pro I was visiting talked to me, and was insightful about the difference for me between fantasy and reality. She asked if I had ever been tied and teased. I hadn't and responded very warmly. We made a date for the next day. (In those days 30 minutes cost £3! An hour £5. I booked an hour. What an hour it turned out to be!
She was quite a lot older than me - tall, slender, and with a nice figure. She always wore a tight-fitting dress. I fancied her.
Back I came the following day, stripped and, following her instructions, lay on my back on the double bed. She stretched my wrists back and fixed them to the headboard rails. Then spread my legs very wide, to fasten them to the legs at the foot of the bed. I felt incredibly exposed, and tremendously aroused. My cock was stiff, thick, and yearning.
Delicately, she got herself comfortable beside me. She asked if my nipples were sensitive. I was a bit perturbed. Was she questioning my masculinity? She smiled, and commented that it was such a shame that men didn't think they were permitted to enjoy their nipples. Which said she started to touch each of them. Very gently and caressingly. In no time they became stiff. And produced lovely sensations. Smiling approvingly, she gently touched my rampant cock with just one finger nail. I groaned. I had never experienced anything like it.
And so it went on. Delicate. teasing caresses. Pulling, twisting my nipples. Gently holdng my balls. Letting her finger slowly, agonisingly slowly, hardly touching at all, up from the root of my cock to the glans. Then stopping. Often just when it seemed as though I must tip over the edge.
She changed position on the bed, so that she was kneeling, facing me. This rucked up her tight skirt, which stretched tightly between her thighs. I could see the tops of her stockings and......was she wearing knickers?
On her right wrist there was a loose bracelet. Now she was caressing the inside of the thigh furthest from her. Itself intensely arousing. And as she did so, the bracelet passed gently, coldly, across the most sensitive part of my cock, just below the glans. She looked at me. Smiled. Went very, very slow.
And........Unstoppably.........the most wonderful orgasm of my life.........jetting.........and jetting........and jetting.......up to my neck.
All the time the bracelet did its work, touching, tracing, enhancing.
Shortly after I left the country for several years. By the time I came back, I had no idea where I might find her.
But I shall never forget her.