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Here, my partner, Renee, and I blog about the joys,
challenges, and triumphs of being sexual beings in the last half of life.
Things get different – very different - when you pass that 55 year threshold.
The experience isn’t identical for everyone of course, we all have physical,
emotional, and situational differences, so we are presenting this blog as the
experiences of one couple, hoping it will help others who want to continue to
enjoy sex into their dotage.
Renee, and I had a satisfying, but vanilla sex life, but we
each secretly harbored a bit of the D/s dynamic in our minds. About two years
ago I began to escalate my aggressiveness and she responded with delight. We
had spiced our vanilla to the point where she was wearing bustiers, thigh
highs, and heels from time to time to liven things up, but our sex was just
vanilla with a twist. Then, one day she was prancing through the dining room in
a black bustier and something in me let go. I released my inhibitions, ignored
my fears of how she would respond, and bent her over the table. And I held her
down by the hair, and spanked her. I touched, probed and caressed her body and
told her that these various yummy body parts belonged to me. “These soft thighs
- they are mine. This pussy, mine; this
smooth round butt, it’s mine; this asshole, mine.” I proceeded to play with her
in ways I had dreamt of, but never dared do before, ordering her to pull her
tits out, freezing her nipples with ice cubes, then sucking them until they
were warm and soft again. More spanking, probing her holes, and finally throwing
her down and using her with abandon. I
didn’t know the terms for what we were doing at the time. Later I learned I had
Dommed up and used her as my submissive. We had fallen in a rabbit hole that we
are still exploring 2 years later.
Renee, also known as "girl," here. As
Captain said, our sex life was satisfying but we both were looking for that
something that would spark our imaginations and release long standing
inhibitions (and let's face it...if you are 50++ you probably have things that
you keep out of sight!) Captain started being more aggressive with me but
still in a vanilla sort of way until the day the black bustier came
out! I have to tell you that the first toe dipped into the D/s pool was
an "ah-ha" moment for me. It was like finding home. The
first spanking left me breathless, wanting more - wanting to give him
more. The ice cubes surprised and delighted me. Then it hit
me, this was for him, the fact that I loved it too was almost secondary. Since
the very first time he told me that my pussy, my butt, and all other body parts
belonged to him, our “affirmation” has become a very treasured ritual in our
D/s relationship. I find our rituals particularly freeing for me.
As his submissive, I need rituals on a day-to-day basis to clear out who I am
and free me to be relaxed and open to what is next. Honestly, I did
struggle with that for a while, but I am by nature a very submissive woman and
these rituals release me to become “girl” and make embracing my submission much
easier. As I have given my self over to him for his use and pleasure in
all ways, as he sees fit, both of us have journeyed and enjoyed our
sex life more than we ever. Have we tried things that didn't
work for us? Yes. Have we refined and perfected other practices that we
both love? Absolutely. I have never used our safe word, but it is there
if necessary. I think the thing about D/s at this stage of life is we
both realize "if not now, when?" I am honored to be his
submissive, I treasure our continued trip "down the rabbit
hole". I look forward to sharing more with you as we progress.
Lovely start! So happy to see you blogging. You have an awesome story to tell!
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