Janet Needs More

Janet had a problem. It had been a long time since the needs she had felt so long ago had come into her conscious thoughts. Lately she found herself remembering events from her first real adult relationship in her early 20s and it scared her a little, but also gave her a warm feeling that could not be denied. She was now in her early 30s and while she had several serious relationships since, none had been anything like that first one. After it was over, she just couldn’t give herself like that to anyone else. What had been suppressed now seemed to rise to the surface of her thoughts more and more frequently, often unbidden and at the most inappropriate times.

The intimate relationship she currently had did not seem to be at the point where she felt comfortable exposing these needs she clearly felt. While he was a kind and gentle lover, a gentleman both in and out of bed, generous in every way, that was not what she needed sometimes. But he had never shown he could see her true nature, even after she had hinted about it several times. One time after she had accidentally spilled a drink on his pants, she apologized and said she deserved a spanking for it, and all he did was laugh and say she was too old for that. But she wasn’t at all! She knew she eventually had to be more direct and just tell him, but she just couldn’t do that yet. She also knew if she did not do something about it soon, she might do something impetuous that might scare him and affect this wonderful relationship that could be the best thing for her in the long run, or so she hoped. She knew she had to be patient to make that happen and get him to fulfill these deep needs, but that didn’t help her right now. So she thought that there must be someone else that could provide the outlet she knew she needed.

Janet thought long and hard about who would be a good person for this, to provide for her sexual needs yet not develop a permanent relationship that would be complicated with emotions and love, which she already had so deeply for her current lover. She had been conversing with a group of people anonymously in an on-line forum devoted to kinky sex to try and satisfy her needs vicariously, and asked there about how to get a vanilla lover to try what she wanted. Several there had discussed open relationships, male domination and female submission, and were experienced in providing the bondage and pain she desired. Most of the suggestions had been essentially to be direct with him, but she just couldn’t go there yet even though she knew it was the real answer.

In the meantime, she wanted someone already in a permanent but open relationship with a wife, to make sure that it stayed only about sex. Maybe she wanted to see if the reality would be as good again as the fantasy, or if she should just keep it in her fantasy world and accept a more normal relationship with her lover. After some time she started emailing several of the men to get to know them better, and found they were all “normal” people living normal lives, including one that was an avid gardener like herself, but their relationships also included the things she desired for herself. After a few weeks she explained to the one she thought was the best fit what she was looking for and asked him if he would be interested. He promptly replied he would love to, and would get back to her after discussing it with his wife.

He showed his wife the emails and they discussed it at length, and they decided to go ahead and set it up for a weekend coming up when she would be visiting her sister out of state so he could be alone with Janet. He contacted Janet and she made the necessary arrangements to be available for the weekend a few weeks away in mid-July.

The weeks passed quickly and on the appointed Friday afternoon she drove to his house about an hour away, arriving only minutes before the agreed upon time. She noticed immediately the lovely garden beds in front of the house with many unusual plants that she recognized was the work of a master gardener, and thought that was a good omen for the weekend. Hopefully he would be as good a master of her as well. It took her a moment to collect her thoughts and gain the courage to get out of the car, but she steeled herself and took the short walk up to the front door and knocked.

A man who seemed to be around 50 answered the door and invited her in. The first thing she noticed was his engaging smile, and he had a medium build, around 6′ tall, short brown hair with a touch of grey, dressed in a casual shirt and khaki’s. As she stood in the foyer, a small bag with a few clothes and toiletries in her hand, he saw she was as she had described herself. She was a little taller than most women, had curled red hair of shoulder length, not thin but also not fat, with a very pleasant face with full lips, bright green eyes and a few freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks, and was dressed in a light blue blouse with spaghetti straps and shorts. Her nipples were obvious through the light material of the blouse. He took her bag and set it on the floor.

“I’m so very glad to finally meet you, Janet. Now strip,” he said in a low voice. Surprised, she looked as if she did not understand for a second and did not move, so he repeated “Strip. And for the rest of the weekend I expect you to follow all commands quickly and without hesitation. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she answered and looked at the floor with downcast eyes.

“Yes what?” he replied.

“Yes sir,” she quietly responded softly. Her heart raced and she felt a familiar stirring in her pussy. She was convinced he knew of her arousal without even touching her, even as he looked at her without any expression to reveal his own emotions and she felt a little bit of anxiety as she realized she had placed her trust in this man standing in front of her, whom she had never before met in person. But she took a deep breath and slid off her sandals, then pulled her top off over her head to reveal her naked breasts, as she wore no bra, and let it drop on top of her bag on the floor next to her feet. She was in her mid-30s, a fairly tall woman around 5’10”, with creamy white skin and a few freckles scattered across her upper chest and shoulders to match the ones on her face.

He knew immediately her skin would easily show the marks of punishment and smiled slightly at that thought, which she mistook for his pleasure at seeing her breasts. She had a medium build, with just a hint of fat and lack of muscle tone in the tummy that came from a sedentary job and little exercise. Her breasts were not particularly large for her frame, maybe 34C’s, and while I’m sure they once were standing firmly out from her chest, now they sagged a little. Perky might best and generously describe them, capped by nipples that stood out at least a half inch surrounded by relatively small coral areoles the size of a half dollar. The nipples seemed particularly large on her pear shaped breasts, which tilted them up to his gaze invitingly. With the slight chill of the air-conditioned room and the slight sheen of sweat on her chest remaining from the heat outdoors, or so she told herself, they stiffened. She knew how sensitive they could be and also knew he would probably soon find out too.

She felt very naked and wanted to cover herself, but knew better. She took another deep breath and unbuttoned the shorts, pulled down the zipper and allowed them to slide down her legs. She stepped out of them and pushed them aside with her foot to join the other items on the floor. Still not looking him in the eyes, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, which were a pale blue, and slowly slid them down, bending over as she did so to remove them from her feet, leaving her completely naked as she stood up holding the panties. She realized with embarrassment the crotch had a dark wet spot that was obvious to him as well, as it contrasted sharply with the pale blue color of the panties. She intertwined her fingers in front and placed her hands holding the panties over her crotch, trying to hide it from his view, feeling more naked than she had ever felt before in front of this fully dressed man, who was coolly appraising her body from top to bottom.

“Turn around, slowly. Twice,” he demanded, and she slowly turned full circle twice so he could see her from all sides. She was always very self-conscious of her relatively wide hips and ass, which when combined with her smallish breasts gave her somewhat of a pear shaped body. Again, it was not fat, just a little large for her build. But all he saw was a perfect ass for spanking, and fucking. She did not know that and was worried he would be disappointed, but he quickly dispelled any notion of that. When she returned to facing him, he moved around her back and caressed her ass soothingly, obviously delighting in its’ fullness, and he gave it a sharp smack that surprised her. The red handprint it left did not go unnoticed by him before returning in front of her.

“You are lovely, my dear Janet, quite perfect indeed.” At these words she blushed and relaxed a little. He continued, “There will be a few rules for the weekend, and the first is you will never close your legs together unless I say so, and you will keep your pussy, breasts and ass exposed for me to see at all times, unless I cover them. The second is you will not talk unless I ask you a question, but you may ask a question if you do not understand a command, or when you need to use the bathroom. Unless it requires more, you will answer every question or command ‘Yes sir’ or ‘No sir’. Do you understand? And give me your panties.”

“Yes sir,” she replied and quickly lifted her arm to give him the panties. He took them and put them to his nose and sniffed deeply her scent of arousal before tossing them on top of her blouse on her bag. She put her arms to her side and spread her legs so her feet were about 6″ apart. Her red pussy hair that matched the hair on her head was cropped close and there was a patch above it that had obviously been shaved in shape and trimmed. He walked up to her and felt her firm breasts, caressing them and giving a short pinch to each nipple. She took in a deep breath at his touch.