The Background
If you have read any of my other posts (infrequent, irregular and incomplete, although if I do say so myself, sometimes quite exciting – see Real People - Long Story for an example), you will be aware that I have in the past been the lucky other half to a very hot wife, and together we have enjoyed some very stimulating experiences in real life. The most significant of our adventures took place over a period of six or seven years during which time martini (our name for my wife when she plays) was the submissive of Master P, a very successful and wealthy dom who was able to take martini to places we hadn’t even dreamed of. As their relationship developed, she became more and more compliant and submissive to him to the point that there was nothing he could tell her to do which was beyond her willingness or ability to obey. My role throughout this relationship was one of facilitator, driver, watcher and admirer. Whilst not the totally submissive cuckold so popular on parts of this site (there was never any physical interaction between me and her Master / lover), I thoroughly enjoyed the arrangement, and particularly enjoyed watching my beautiful (and normally independently strong-willed) wife of many years play pain- and sex-slave to this other man, and his chosen others.
I particularly enjoyed it when he “showed her off” to his friends (and strangers), and made her perform for them, demonstrating his complete dominance over her, and his ability to make her do things she wouldn’t normally consider, all for more of his powerful cock, which she learned to adore and worship. During the final few years of their relationship she was used, beaten, branded by him and made to fuck, suck, rim and otherwise service half a hundred or so men and women, all at P’s whim and command.
Typically, we would drive to P’s house for the weekend about once per month (a large secluded estate in the midlands, some 3 hours away from our home), where P would spend the first few hours “re-training” martini, and getting her into the right frame of mind as his submissive. She would dress as he demanded, always black lingerie, corsets, stockings, etc, always revealing and exciting, never fully nude (he had the sense to recognise her typically female body-awareness and sensitivities which she maintained despite being as fit as a fiddle, a slim size 10 with all the right curves, and always immaculately presented for his use and use (that was another part of my duties, to make sure that she was dressed and made-up appropriately)). She would sometimes be tied up, often beaten (he bought her a very expensive jewelled riding-crop for Christmas one year), quietly spoken to, and made to subjugate herself during this “re-training” or programming phase.
When P was happy with her demeanour, the evening’s entertainment would begin. Either some friends of P would have been invited around, or P would take martini out for a drive, usually to a local popular dogging spot. There, she would be exhibited to selected strangers, who would be invited to use her mouth or her cunt (never her arse – that was reserved for P, denied even to me). If P had no friends coming to the house, some of the men (and occasionally women) that were acceptable would be invited back to the house from the public car-park to take things further.
What was I doing whilst all this was going on? During the re-training orientation I would usually be present, or in the next room, usually watching porn, and occasionally watching the progress P was making with martini. I would sometimes accompany them to the car-park, sometimes driving them, sometimes in a separate car as another dogger in disguise. Back home, I could watch, or not, as I desired, at least until P finally took martini to his bedroom for the final events of the evening (this would usually be after everyone else (except me) was fully satisfied and had left). Only when P had completely finished with martini would she be able to leave him and join me in the room we shared when we stayed with at his place, and she usually had strict instructions about when and how to awake (and arouse) him in the morning.
Incidentally, I have hundreds of pictures and clips that prove the above beyond any doubt, but I am very wary of publishing any of these here (although some anonymous pics have been published in other posts).
Happy days…
The Problem
Our relationship with P fizzled out about 3 years ago due to nothing more than boredom. The whole relationship got too predictable, samey and repetitive, and we kind of fell apart by unspoken mutual agreement. If I knew then what I know now, I would have made more effort to keep things going somehow, in some form or another. But hindsight is a wonderful thing…
Since the relationship with P came to an end, our sex life has gone to the dogs (in the sense that it is now practically non-existent. I don’t mean we’ve got into K9 or anything – behave yourselves!).
This has happened for a number of reamisters. Most prominent amongst them is that I am older and nothing like as sexually active as I used to be. I am still incredibly excited at the thought of other men enjoying my pride and joy, but if I’m honest with you (and I intend to be), I am finding it increasingly difficult to get and sustain an erection, even with the help of the little blue pills. Martini however remains fit and attractive, looking at least 15 years younger than her fifty-something years.
We are still very much in love with each other, have no regrets about any of our earlier exploits, it’s just that we find it difficult to talk about, and martini is reluctant to start another adventure whilst I am as inactive as I am at present. There’s a kind of vicious circle going on. I need her to have a boyfriend to feed my excitement. She needs me to demonstrate that I still find her sexually attractive and exciting before she will consider another adventure. As a consequence, we have fallen into an ever-decreasing spiral of sexual inactivity that I am finding difficult to break.
I know that martini would enjoy another fling, and I know that I would enjoy it too, and that it would be extremely beneficial to my sexual state if she had a date, or a fling, or found another dom with whom she could develop a relationship. Unfortunately, it won’t happen without some kind of push or impetus to get it started.
We aren’t very socially active, don’t go to the kind of parties where she is likely to meet appropriate men, she doesn’t have a girlfriend that will take her out clubbing, and she is totally inactive on the web. This last needs some explanation. She uses a computer all day at work, and has no interest in computing at home. A couple of years ago I gave her a Dell notepad as an incentive, but she got bored with Windows updates and virus scans every time she switched it on, and it has lain dormant for the last 18 months. My feelings are that if I can get her to start socially interacting on the web, I can find ways of getting her interacting with men, and that may lead to the kind of progress I want to see. However, when she is PC phobic, this is a problem.
The Solution?
Step up to the plate the Apple iPad. Hassle free computing and social interaction. Switch it on and get going with e-mail, web-browsing and Facebook. It came to me the week before Christmas that this might be my saviour. If I can remove the hassle, add some chic, maybe even martini can be persuaded to surf the net. And if I can get her using it, and get her on Facebook so she can interact with family and friends, maybe I can slip in some new friends that might persuade her that she could do with a night out.
I got her one for Christmas, and so far, she loves it. She has a new hotmail account, is using the iPad regularly to play one of her favourite games, and has already asked me to install the facebook app so that she can interact with distant family members. I am determined that 2011 is going to be the year that we break the recent habit of celibacy, and get back to where we have been before.
The Future?
The next stage of the plan is to let facebook settle down for a few days, and then start to introduce a few select approaches from strangers “that chanced across her profile”. It will be interesting to see how she responds. We live in the SE of England, and if you are interested in approaching her on-line, let me know (it has to be on the strict understanding that my cunning plan is never revealed to her). It will be down to you to find an approach that elicits a response.
I will keep you updated with progress if you are interested, and I am open to any other ideas which might help me break the deadlock referred to above. Post your ideas here, or send me a private message. Also let me know what you think of the above.
Happy New Year everyone.
Rotter
Utter_Rotter
Writer and decadent
