I think that the older I get the softer a sadist I become. I don't even think at times that I'm even sadistic as much as I just like to take total sexual control of a woman's body. Sure I enjoy the sound of slapping skin. I do live for the grunts and groans from a girl struggling and suffering. But for me it is becoming much more sensual control.

Last night was a good example. I was with a lady I been with before. We met up just for the purpose of release of those pent up things that build in both sides of this lifestyle. She stopped at the house where I presented her with a shoulder restraint. In fact it was something I had for a broken collar bone. The sling was designed to pull back the shoulders so as to promote healing. I however used it for another purpose. I placed her in the devise and pulled it tight. I mean real tight. I then had her put on a button down mens short sleeve shirt. The shirt hung loose on her but allowed me to reach the sling from the back and add some rope so as to wrap around her arms so she could not lift them up. You could not readily tell she was bound up which was perfect for my plan. Trussed as she was we went out on the town.

Fun was going to happen. She does enjoy being in public with such things -- secret play in public. We joked around at a bar for a while, me bumping her arm from time to time, rubbing her back and pulling on the sling. The true nature of her restraint came to her when I handed her a pool stick. The game was pure fun. I watched her struggle on each shot. The ropes on her arms would flash into view on occasion and I was looking to see anyone notice. Her eyes were beaming joy in this dilemma. I could feel her bliss and yes it did bring me pleasure.

We left the bar and headed back to my house. I took a back road so as to afford myself the final pleasure of this evening. I pulled off the road on to a recently cut area owned by the water company. I backed the truck behind a few bushes, flipped on the back bed light and got out. I walked around and opened her door. My eyes went hard. I looked at her as I reached behind the seat for more rope and then grabbed her sling. I pulled her out backwards and forcefully. She kicked her feet at me as I dragged her off to a convenient tree at the back of the truck.

I pushed her down to her knees. She tried to get up but I grabbed her hair, pushed her down and looking her directly in the eyes told her not to move a muscle. I threw the rope over a branch. I pulled her up by her hair and spun her around. A quick flip up of the shirt and I tied the rope to the sling. I pulled the line and she backed right up to the tree. I then pulled harder and lifted her right off the ground. I snagged the loose end on the bumper with a few quick wraps.

In this light I saw her face, draped with her dark hair, her eyes became wanton as she looked at me. I wasted no time. Her pants were down in a few seconds. I went back to the truck for another length of rope. I returned quickly and tied one end to her ankle then threw the rope over the branch and pulled again. Up came her leg. I lifted her other leg to match the height and wrapped the loose end around her ankle. She struggled in the position, but what a view.

I unbuttoned her shirt and kissed her breasts. She let out a low long moan. Her hands being free pressed my head in to her chest. I could smell she was well past her first orgasm and believe me I was hard. I freed my dick and it slipped so easily into her. She twisted and swung as I pounded into her. Oh it was such good sex.