As far as their own personal interaction is concerned, it seems pertinent to mention that their particular sexual tastes are in no way mirrored in the manner in which they relate to one another. There is no master-slave relationship in evidence, no pattern of domination or emotional sadomasochism. On the contrary, they seem to have a well-balanced and fundamentally honest marriage. George is the stronger personality of the two, but to no more pronounced degree than in a majority of marriages.
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George and I were involved in bondage before we were into swinging. I don’t honestly know whether it’s more typical that way or the other way around, getting into swinging and then getting into bondage afterward. Of the people we’ve met, either they started in bondage first like us or they had swinging experiences first. But of those who swung first, most of them had had an interest in bondage beforehand but had never gotten to the point of doing anything about it together.
Actually, George did have some swinging experience before we were married. He and his wife had a swap date with another couple shortly before their divorce. The marriage was on the rocks and the two of them thought maybe swinging would put some life back into it for them. They enjoyed the evening, especially George, but if a marriage is really shot to hell swinging isn’t going to work any miracles, and they did get divorced shortly thereafter.
Then, before he met me, George had a few swinging experiences, mostly consisting of joining another couple for threesomes. He had told me about all of these experiences but not with any idea that this was something that we would do. Neither of us originally thought of swinging as something we would have in our marriage.
I did find the whole idea of group sex awfully exciting. But at the time it was purely in the realm of fantasy for me. There was never the feeling on my part that I would ever do anything like that, that I could be a part of a situation like that. Of course I had been married before and I had been intimate with another boy before I married my first husband, and had had a couple of love affairs between the time of my divorce and meeting George. So I was not entirely without experience by any means but I still could not imagine having sex with another man while I was married to George.
The way bondage came about was through oral sex. I suppose that’s a funny way to put it. What happened was that George would often go down on me. I have always enjoyed this tremendously, and had never experienced it before George and I met. He would do it to me, and then he would want me to do it to him, to perform fellatio.
Now at the time I did not enjoy doing this at all. I wanted to for the sake of his pleasure but I always had mixed feelings about doing it. Even though I knew better it always seemed dirty and distasteful to me. It is one thing to know for a fact that something is normal and natural and another thing to really feel that way about it, and there is a streak of puritan in me a mile wide. I suppose it sounds silly for a swinger to say this but it’s absolutely true to this day. As a matter of fact I would go so far as to say that puritanism has a great deal to do with bondage, at least as much as masochism does.
So what I would do with George was to go down on him, but I didn’t do it well and I never let him finish that way. I would just excite him for a little while with my mouth and then we would finish in intercourse. He would tell me to take it deep into my mouth and do various things with my tongue, and to suck hard on it, and I would never do it right because I could never get involved in what I was doing.
This one night we went to bed and he went down on me and it was heavenly, and then he wanted me to do the some for him. We had both had a few drinks, which made it easier for things to come out in the open. I told him I really didn’t like to go down on him, and he said he wanted me to do it and to do it right, and what he really wanted was to come in my mouth and have me swallow the whole thing. I said if that was what he wanted he could go and get himself a whore, and he said he had done just that a week ago and didn’t see why he had to pay good money for a decent blow job when he had a perfectly good wife at home.
It was funny, because we began arguing and having a scene, and at the same time we’re both getting excited by the scene and the conversation and all. I asked him what the whore was like and what she did that was so great, and he said maybe he would bring her home and let me watch her do it, that I might learn something. “She could do you too while she’s here,” he said. “I wouldn’t mind watching a woman eat you. Maybe I’d learn something myself, as far as that goes.”
Then at one point he grabbed my head and pushed it down toward his cock. “Now eat it and do a good job,” he said, “Or you’re going to get a spanking.”
I said, “You wouldn’t dare.”
He said he would, too, and told me to take a mouthful or he would show me whether he was kidding or not. I was very trembly-excited. I wouldn’t do what he wanted, and he jerked me down across his lap and began spanking me. He really gave me a hell of a pounding, hitting me full-force on my bottom.
It’s not that I got pleasure from the spanking exactly. Since then I’ve learned to get excited by the physical aspects of a spanking. There’s a real physical response, you know. It draws blood to the area and simply makes you hot. If a person really knows what he’s doing, starting gradually and then building up regularly, he can make you come just from a spanking. You don’t have to be a masochist for this to happen. It’s purely physical.
But all I knew was that it hurt and I yelled for him to stop. He paused and asked if I was ready to do what he wanted. When I hesitated he slapped me again and then I told him I would evidently have to do it, that he was giving me no choice.
I started to do what he wanted. He had gotten highly excited spanking me and had a huge erection. I started to do it, then stopped and told him I wasn’t going to go through with it.
I guess by this time I knew what I was up to. Of course I wanted him to spank me again, not for the sake of the spanking but so that I could be forced to do what I actually wanted to do. I wanted to suck him off but only if I could tell a part of myself that I had no choice. So I stopped and got him to whale the daylights out of me again, and then agreed to do anything he wanted, absolutely anything.
He sat in a chair and made me kneel on the floor in front of him. He told me exactly what to do and held me by the hair so I couldn’t move my face away. While I sucked him he kept telling me that he would beat me if I stopped and I absolutely had to take the come in my mouth and swallow it.
And, telling myself it was something I had to do, somehow I let go of myself inside. It was like a weight falling off of me. I found out I loved to suck his cock. I literally loved it and just about had an orgasm doing it. A couple of times I started to gag on him but managed to control myself, and when he came it seemed perfectly natural and even pleasant to suck it all up and swallow it.
We both went to sleep right afterward. Not a word was said on the subject the next morning. Then at night we got to talking about it, neither of us quite ready to bring the subject up, and once we opened up we both admitted it was the most stirring experience of our lives. We talked it out at great length and discussed the way I was able to do things and get excited doing them when it was a case of being compelled to do them. It turned out too that George also got great pleasure out of being able to force me this way, that it gave him a sense of power which he found very exciting. He told me he had always had fantasies of having a girl completely tied up and fucking her while she was tied so that she couldn’t move. I said I thought I would like that, and I thought I would be more willing to experiment sexually if he spanked me, or particularly if I were tied up.
It was really comical because there was no cord in the house, and we wound up cutting the cords from a pair of Venetian blinds. That was before we got the drapes. He tied me up spread-eagled on the bed and got an erection just from the act of tying me up. Then he screwed me and it was simply fantastic.
Well, you can just imagine. We were like kids with a new toy. We just couldn’t sto
p playing with it and thinking of new things to do. George brought home some literature on the subject. It was all of the disapproving sort, trying to be pornography but at the same time giving the hypocritical impression that the author thought people like this were sick sick sick. In between the lines, though, it gave you some ideas of things you might not have thought up by yourselves. For example it led us to experiment with spankings, and eventually both of us could come from being spanked.
Most of the time I was the one who was spanked or tied up, but occasionally it would be George’s turn and I would force him to eat me or something of the sort, or would spank him or something.
We first started this about a year after we were married, and it was a year later before we had our first experience with swinging. Except for one experience we had a couple of months after first discovering bondage, which you wouldn’t call swinging but which would qualify as group sex. It would also qualify as my first bi experience.
As it happens, it was something George had mentioned that first night, namely having a prostitute come to the house and service both of us. We would talk about that occasionally to excite ourselves, the idea of actually doing it, and George frequently would say that he would like to see me with another woman. I told him I had no inclination in that direction, which I must have thought was true at the time. He said he couldn’t believe it because I seemed to get hot talking about it, and I said there was a two-way thing operating and I was sure I couldn’t relax enough to get anything out of it, that I would be constantly nervous about it.
Well, he said, suppose I was tied up? And I had to admit that this would probably make a difference, and ultimately we both decided it would be worth trying if the prostitute was willing to go along with it.
The girl he brought was by no means a big-time prostitute. George had gotten her name and number from a business acquaintance, I think a salesman. What she was was a girl who actually worked days as a stenographer and would accept a date for money maybe once or twice a week. She enjoyed sex and liked to buy more clothes than she could afford on her salary, and she didn’t really think of herself as a whore. But the salesman had said there was nothing she wouldn’t do, so we thought she would go along with our scene and it certainly cost nothing to find out.
George met with her and came right out and told her what it was that we wanted, and said he would give her fifty dollars to spend a few hours with us. That was fine with her and he brought her home that very night.
George tied me up in the usual position on the bed. Then they made me watch while she went down on him, telling me I could learn some technique that way, pick up a few pointers. She stopped before he came, and then she got on top of me in the sixty-nine position and he fucked her dog style. She frenched me while he did this. After he came she squatted down on my face and they made me eat her and suck all his come from her. I struggled but they made me do it, and George got excited again and screwed me while I was doing it, and the same thing happened as always, the inhibitions dropped away and I found everything wildly exciting.
She stayed for hours and we did all sorts of things. We tied up George and she and I did things to him and made him watch the two of us together. I was able to enjoy this even though I was not forced, and thus realized that I was unquestionably bi, but never would have been able to make the discovery without having been tied up originally.
To this day I can only completely enjoy bi experiences when there is some element of B-and-D present. This is strange in that it does not necessarily have to be me who is tied up. It is similarly exciting if the other girl is bound. It is the whole bondage and discipline syndrome which is so difficult to explain to someone who does not understand it.
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Although both George and Pauline enjoyed their night with the prostitute immensely, they never saw the girl again. The fact that she was a hired participant kept them from repeating the experience. They felt that an ideal threesome would be one involving a third person whose motivation was identical to their own.
Swinging struck them as an obvious answer, and one to which neither of them had any strong objections. Their interest in swinging from the beginning was based not so much on a desire for new partners through mate-exchange but for the possibilities of group sex.
They also felt a very real desire to become acquainted with other persons who shared their enthusiasm for bondage and discipline, not merely for sexual reasons but because any deviation from the norm, like misery, craves company.
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The way we both felt about it, I suppose it’s a surprise it took us as long as it did to make contact with swingers. It wasn’t so much a question of making up our minds as it was a matter of working out how to go about it.
This is a small town. That doesn’t mean there are no swingers here, because there certainly are. But what it means is that there are no places locally where you can buy the club bulletins. George knew people from before that he could have tried to get in touch with, but these were not people who were into bondage, or if they were he didn’t know about it, and we were very determined to have contact with people who were in the same boat we were. Swapping for its own sake did not particularly interest us.
As a matter of fact, I was by no means sure I could go through with group sex without the bondage element being present.
We finally did get one of the magazines, and after sitting around with cold feet we did answer a couple of ads but got no reply. That of course is what is so discouraging about getting together through the mails. You go all through the book and pick out the ads that appeal to you and go to the trouble of writing a good letter and sending along some photographs, and then you enclose a one-dollar forwarding fee for each letter you send them, and weeks go by and you never get a reply a lot of the time. You would think people would at least have the courtesy to write Not Interested on a postcard and send it back, but all too many of them don’t even do that much.
Well, to make a long story short, we sent more letters and got a couple of replies, and we picked one couple that seemed right and engaged in correspondence with them for quite some time. I think we must have sent and received four letters each way before we finally met with them. They were just what we were looking for, bondage enthusiasts like ourselves who were completely turned off by anything really painful. You have to be very careful on that point, incidentally. There are a lot of people who are essentially interested in torture or making people do painful or distasteful things, and they will also often describe themselves as interested in B-and-D, which to us means something else entirely.
This other couple had been swingers for several years. They were our age, professional people, well educated and had children. Also they lived less than thirty miles from here, which was convenient. The wife was bi and the husband was not, which was again what we were seeking. We had discussed the possibility of George’s having bi experiences and felt it was something that would come up naturally sooner or later but did not want it to be a part of our first stab at swinging with another couple.
As it happens, George knew he was capable of enjoying sex with another man, or at least that he had no strong hangups about it, in that he had done so once when he swung with a couple as a threesome. He had also had homosexual experience when he was in the service.
We met them finally, after all this circus of exchanging letters and spelling out to the nth degree just what all of us liked to do. They turned out to be really nice people. Now I knew from the letters that they were regular people like ourselves, but at the same time I couldn’t quite believe it. I guess I went there expecting them to have horns or something. I guess down inside I couldn’t believe that anyone who was into bondage wasn’t fundamentally weird. I accepted it in myself and George but still thought of it as perverted for other people, which may not make sense but it was the way I felt. In fact I really wanted them to turn out to be great regular people, because that would mean that decent people could be bondage en
thusiasts, which in turn would mean that I could consider myself decent, if you can follow that sort of roundabout logic.
We didn’t spend a lot of time getting to know them. With all of those letters back and forth, we already knew them fairly well, or so it seemed. We had a glass of champagne each—we had brought champagne along—and then we got right down to business.
Suzanne and I took turns being tied up. When one of us was bound, the other three would go to work on her and force her to do various things. When it was Suzanne’s turn I made her eat me while the men did various things to her, and then I ate her until she had an orgasm. Similar things were done to me when it was my turn.
Also that evening George said he had been wanting to be spanked and frenched at the same time. We had tried this ourselves once but it was very difficult to manage physically when there are just the two of you, and it was impossible for me to concentrate on both the eating and the spanking and to do a good job on both of them. So he was tied up more or less bending over a table and I gave him a good spanking while Suzanne sucked him off, and afterward she forced him to take his own come back by kissing him. He said later that if he had known she was going to do that he probably wouldn’t have liked it, but coming as a surprise it actually did turn out to be rather enjoyable.
We not only enjoyed ourselves tremendously that night but made a pair of friends we have continued to see on a regular basis. Also we made a great many contacts through them. I would say that we have made by far the majority of our contacts through other people than through the bulletins. You need bulletins to start off, and of course you find yourself answering an ad now and again, but it’s much safer to make arrangements with someone who has been recommended by a friend. For one thing, you’re sure that you’re not getting mixed up with a lunatic that way, and although we’ve been lucky enough never to have bad experiences that way, we’ve heard stories from other people that would curl your hair.
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