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This subject came up on a female wrestling site a few days ago and it reminded me of this story.

Had my first BDSM session at 20 during the 1970s with the legendary Mistress Belle de Jour. She was in her late 40s at the time, a tough old fashioned NYC dame. Sessioned with her, or followed recommendations for her to session with for a few years at her dungeons, but then retired. Fast forward 20 years later. I’m 40, she’s late 60s and heard she opened a new dungeon. I called on a late Saturday morning, she recognized my voice and said, “You’re still doin’ this shit?” I responded, “Yeah, I’m still doin’ this shit.”

We laughed and it doesn't stop there. Me not being 20 years old I insisted on the phone I wanted to session with her. She said she didn’t session anymore, had nothing to wear, etc. but I got there quickly and charmed her into sessioning with me. Belle threw me into a room, told me to get ready, kind of indicating she knew I'd wear my usual homemade thong in session, and wait. She came in and still looked sexy with her short blonde hair, wearing a black bra showing off her cleavage, black slacks and high heels. Just seeing her enter the room got me aroused. I stood at attention as Belle slowly circled and inspected me closely, pinched one of my nipples, slapped me in the rear end a couple of times and grinned, “And you’ve still got a great ass too.” Then the fun began. It was the last time I saw her... what a woman.

Great story! Once, when I was out of town for business, I came across an ad for a gorgeous young Domme. Her photos relayed the perfect combination of beauty and menace. During the interview process I noticed there was plenty of room to throw a bull whip and there were several hanging on the wall. She looked surprised when I asked if she would use them. When the session began, she selected one from the wall said "You know this is going to hurt, right?" Something about the way she was so casual sent my head spinning. It turned out to be a great session.

One of the first Goddess's that I served told me to look at my watch, as I was leaving. It was an odd request but, I obeyed. Then she said, "You'll be thinking of me this time tomorrow." A few months went by before I didn't think of her every day at 3:00pm. Once in a while, I still do. It always makes me smile.

Here in Houston there is one "goth" club called Numbers. Every Tuesday is "Kinky Tuesday" when kinksters are there, hang out, play a bit on stage (no nudity allowed, girl nipples must be covered, but guy nipples do not, bla bla bla, liquor license, etc.)

Get there by 8pm and they have a rope class. It's usually for beginners.

I've attended the rope class a few times, it's usually 20 or so people sitting / standing around with jute rope trying different knots on their own ankles, etc. A few experts are there to help guide and teach.

I'm not particularly good with rope. Despite having been a boyscout, I can never seem to remember the knots.

Anyway, there I was fucking it up, and one of the women instructors came over to see the mess I was making.

She said "Ah... OK... Yeah... I can see what you did wrong. Ummm. Yeah if... OK... Come this way," she said as she grabbed the rope and tugged it the other way around my leg.

Without even thinking about it... Without even a fraction of a second delay, I said "If I could come that way, I wouldn't need the rope."

Nothing but crickets. No giggles. No chuckles. Nothing.

Then I followed it up with "Awww come on! That was funny!"

Nothing. I tells ya I get no respect.

You hit like a girl is my favorite one. I keep the warm up the same and gradually work into where my subject needs to be. They get their bring it on attitude out and I adjust the session to a little higher heat.