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Stephanie`s bucket list
I am writing this for a lady whom lives in the USA I have only once met her as you will see, and then only for a couple of hours, though I admire her physical courage muchly, she now has medical problems, that she knows will limit her life-span, and though it is not to the point that she has a time limit, (at least if she has she hasn’t told me about it…) but let`s say she knows it`s not going to be a long old age unless she takes it really gently in the future and knowing this lady as I do I doubt that she will reduce her lifestyle much, as she faces that future with a mental strength, I doubt I could muster so to her I write this my personal tribute.
It was on the Monday morning, when Stephanie, finally. made up her mind. She had been married forever, she was not in her first flush of youth, and time, she knew were slipping through her personal hourglass.
She loved her husband dearly, that is a fact no-one could deny, and she had been a sexually adventurous lady in her day, though there were a few things over these last few years that she had not had the chance to explore, and over this last few days she had, for reasons I won`t go in to here, her mind had been concentrated, and she had sat and had long meditations and involved discussion`s over the weekend with her beloved husband about.
She couldn’t explained fully this terrible feeling that for her, time was running out, oh she was not about to give up and die, that wasn’t her way at all, but as she looked at her body in various mirrors what looked back was not as had once been the case, a nubile fit young girl that was intent on trying everything sexual that came her way! Sadly, not even an attractive wife that had done all the things she had once set out to do and was happy with her lot looked back at her! but what she saw, was a body on the first stage of frumpy old age, who had not done or tried some of the things she had always promised herself but that had been shelved for husband, and family reasons, and was approaching what she regarded as sexual old age where both her and her hubby would lose libido, interest, call it what you may!
Once sex was numerous times a day, (Ok we all were like it once, or at least we would like to think so!) then over time it drifted down to once or twice a week, work, family, and just life, it dribbles away, lack of available energy in most of us, wears us down, things we wanted to do first become “soon” then “one day” and either become forgotten or in a few determined and perhaps brave ( or desperate) cases they are entered on a “bucket list!” for those few who have never heard that name, that’s a list of things to do before a person kicks the bucket, snuffs it, or shuffles from this mortal coil! Some achieve it some don`t,, but boy it is fun trying…!
Over the weekend then, she had broached the subject with hubby, and as some of the things on her list, she explained ‘were a bit way out’ she explaining that as she knew she would have to get up courage to do some of the them, she had decided she would not let him know what she had planned till whatever it was, was over and done or he would perhaps stop her and that she didn`t want!
Though as a sop, she did promised, that knowing he loved a bit of porno, to have whatever she did, filmed just for him.
Her persistent persuasion had finally, reluctantly it must be said got his permission, though it was as he felt a way to show he loved and trusted her forever so very much, that he did finally give in!
His permission to pursue this list, was a big one for them both and if anything, she loved him more, for blindly giving her his blessing like he had, it had been oh so special!
She contacted a couple of “friends” on X hamster that`s where I (Alibodge) first got involved as her scribe, having “scribed” for a number of women, notably Sandy, Dawn and Avis, to name just 3, and I soon promised to write this piece for her as a permanent reminder, of this special ladies strength of character and for her husband especially.
She had been on Xhamster for a number of years, we had known one another for a fair while, and I am proud to say she trusted me and a very few others on here. One such was someone we shall refer to as “Sam” mainly as he`s I belive, on the edge of the law in some of the things he does, both sexual and otherwise and he can do well, without advertising or gaining fame!
Either way Sam is well off, has a dungeon, a state of the art, super-silenced, scream if you want it won`t bother nobody, well equipt dungeon that he guards the location of, like MI5, or the Kremlin or somewhere!
For those few folk who get an invite, (and they are belive me hard to get,) he meets clients in a certain motorway service area, and rides them in, in a closed van, normally by a circuitous route, he is that secretive!
And let me say here and now I personally have never visited the place! So, all of this is second-hand and from the subjects memories and the few notes Sam is good enough to fill in for me!
So, Stephanie, had made this momentous decision, and first wrote a bucket list, then contacted Sam and I asking if we could help and arrange things for her, and as I said I am in awe of the lady, my decision was easy, though I don’t know about Sam, he might have asked a load of questions, suspecting everyone, that’s his way. Either way, he, after a few days, must have agreed to her visiting him as she wrote me an e mail giving a date of her visit and asking me to arrange transport from Manchester airport, (nearest to both Sam and I and not visited by me since it was called “Ringway airfield!”)
I agreed telling her indoors I was doing a favour for a friend in need and on the appointed date at silly o`clock, I met the lady at the main entrance of the airport, recognising her from the pictures she had sent me was a bit fraught (have you ever tried recognition of a dressed lady from a naked picky, it`s not as easy as you may imagine…) either way I met her, no trim hourglass, but a big breasted matronly lady with a tidy body for her age. I was impressed, we set off to meet Sam, as arranged.
On route we chatted as you do, she jabbering a little nervously, me keen to find out more about her. she had decided on my recommendation to try out Sam in a master role for BDSM. I of course only knew Sam by his reputation on Xhamster, and the mental image I had built from messages we had exchanged on the numerous occasions we had chatted, over the past years… In reality he may have been anything in the world, but he seemed ok, and I knew two ladies close friends that had fallen into his clutches and they had not only survived, they had enjoyed him, saying “he was a painful gentleman that had excited them both to a high standard,” so I was hopeful!
She found riding on the left both of the road and my car a bit daunting, no pedals, no steering wheel and on the wrong side for her! And she said so loudly at the first roundabout, which I found a hoot, luckily it being the early hours and traffic very light.
We talked of the outline of the piece she had ‘commissioned’ in her request for me to scribe for her, and she supplied a list of wants to try with Sam, and dislikes saying she had a copy for him to work with, which made me chuckle as once in his hands I knew that he decided what the sub would endure, and not the sub.
She went a little pensive, and quietened down, especially as we neared the services, I was to deliver her too. We parked, and I phoned Sam as arranged as I don’t use mobiles, (they don’t like me, My body static flattens them in no time!) then we went for coffee.
Sam arrived about 20 minutes later, and we chatted for a while over another coffee, she gave him a copy of the list she had given me, which he looked at and laughed, saying “don’t do humiliation don’t you, I am your master this week missy, and I tell you, you’re a long way from home and your mine, understand!”
She went to say something, but he held up his hand, his look enough to say he was in charge, take it or leave it! Then asking if, as she was told, she had only fetched a single change of clothes for the return journey? Saying “she would not need clothes whatsoever, until she left him once more!”
He gave her a collar and cuffs told her to go change and return in just the dress, (she had on a thin summer sleeveless frock in saffron yellow with a low neck) leaving her jacket on her chair and she was to return wearing absolutely nothing else bar shoes, cuffs and that collar!
Without a sound, scowling a little, she stood and clutching the leather goods went off to the toilet, Sam winking at me and saying when she had gone, “got to lay the rules from the start matey!”
She returned after a while, with the collar and cuffs clearly exposed, as he knew they would be, her white underwear with her purse, clutched in her hand, no make-up and her unfettered but rather large size breasts swinging unhindered in the thin dress.
The service area staff couldn’t help but notice and whispers and nods were exchanged, but her humility was compounded by the attentions of several men in overalls, no doubt on their way to a building site or the like somewhere, applauding her passing (as us rougher types tend to do, when a tasty morsel passes) and causing her to blush a deep shade of red!
As she took her seat, Sam said, “well done, that was a test passed” and before we had time for more abuse or comment, she was “to follow him,” he led us to his tidy white, rather nondescript, van, she throwing some of that, to me strange, American cash at me for my taxiing, and parking (and ain`t that a price nowadays at a bloody airport!) not knowing the exchange rate, I had no idea if I was in pocket or had paid out, but as I would have done it all for free anyway, I knew I was on a winner.
As I helped her with her tiny case into the enclosed van back, and getting a crafty grope of those lovely udders, she kissed me, inadvertently flashing her crutch at me as she made herself uncomfortable on the empty van floor. Sam having her strip naked and taking the dress and jacket into the cab before driving off! Away they trundled, and after only just two hours since we met, my one meeting with this lovely lady was over, my mind holding a number of great mental image`s, as I went off home to Stoke.
I had to wait for a very long two weeks for my next real contact with her, though I did get a PM after 7 or 8 days just saying; ‘back in the USA and tired.’ Sam no doubt having delivered her back to the airport!
When a proper message did arrive it was, well… a revelation beyond my, or apparently her, best expectations!
I am writing this for a lady whom lives in the USA I have only once met her as you will see, and then only for a couple of hours, though I admire her physical courage muchly, she now has medical problems, that she knows will limit her life-span, and though it is not to the point that she has a time limit, (at least if she has she hasn’t told me about it…) but let`s say she knows it`s not going to be a long old age unless she takes it really gently in the future and knowing this lady as I do I doubt that she will reduce her lifestyle much, as she faces that future with a mental strength, I doubt I could muster so to her I write this my personal tribute.
It was on the Monday morning, when Stephanie, finally. made up her mind. She had been married forever, she was not in her first flush of youth, and time, she knew were slipping through her personal hourglass.
She loved her husband dearly, that is a fact no-one could deny, and she had been a sexually adventurous lady in her day, though there were a few things over these last few years that she had not had the chance to explore, and over this last few days she had, for reasons I won`t go in to here, her mind had been concentrated, and she had sat and had long meditations and involved discussion`s over the weekend with her beloved husband about.
She couldn’t explained fully this terrible feeling that for her, time was running out, oh she was not about to give up and die, that wasn’t her way at all, but as she looked at her body in various mirrors what looked back was not as had once been the case, a nubile fit young girl that was intent on trying everything sexual that came her way! Sadly, not even an attractive wife that had done all the things she had once set out to do and was happy with her lot looked back at her! but what she saw, was a body on the first stage of frumpy old age, who had not done or tried some of the things she had always promised herself but that had been shelved for husband, and family reasons, and was approaching what she regarded as sexual old age where both her and her hubby would lose libido, interest, call it what you may!
Once sex was numerous times a day, (Ok we all were like it once, or at least we would like to think so!) then over time it drifted down to once or twice a week, work, family, and just life, it dribbles away, lack of available energy in most of us, wears us down, things we wanted to do first become “soon” then “one day” and either become forgotten or in a few determined and perhaps brave ( or desperate) cases they are entered on a “bucket list!” for those few who have never heard that name, that’s a list of things to do before a person kicks the bucket, snuffs it, or shuffles from this mortal coil! Some achieve it some don`t,, but boy it is fun trying…!
Over the weekend then, she had broached the subject with hubby, and as some of the things on her list, she explained ‘were a bit way out’ she explaining that as she knew she would have to get up courage to do some of the them, she had decided she would not let him know what she had planned till whatever it was, was over and done or he would perhaps stop her and that she didn`t want!
Though as a sop, she did promised, that knowing he loved a bit of porno, to have whatever she did, filmed just for him.
Her persistent persuasion had finally, reluctantly it must be said got his permission, though it was as he felt a way to show he loved and trusted her forever so very much, that he did finally give in!
His permission to pursue this list, was a big one for them both and if anything, she loved him more, for blindly giving her his blessing like he had, it had been oh so special!
She contacted a couple of “friends” on X hamster that`s where I (Alibodge) first got involved as her scribe, having “scribed” for a number of women, notably Sandy, Dawn and Avis, to name just 3, and I soon promised to write this piece for her as a permanent reminder, of this special ladies strength of character and for her husband especially.
She had been on Xhamster for a number of years, we had known one another for a fair while, and I am proud to say she trusted me and a very few others on here. One such was someone we shall refer to as “Sam” mainly as he`s I belive, on the edge of the law in some of the things he does, both sexual and otherwise and he can do well, without advertising or gaining fame!
Either way Sam is well off, has a dungeon, a state of the art, super-silenced, scream if you want it won`t bother nobody, well equipt dungeon that he guards the location of, like MI5, or the Kremlin or somewhere!
For those few folk who get an invite, (and they are belive me hard to get,) he meets clients in a certain motorway service area, and rides them in, in a closed van, normally by a circuitous route, he is that secretive!
And let me say here and now I personally have never visited the place! So, all of this is second-hand and from the subjects memories and the few notes Sam is good enough to fill in for me!
So, Stephanie, had made this momentous decision, and first wrote a bucket list, then contacted Sam and I asking if we could help and arrange things for her, and as I said I am in awe of the lady, my decision was easy, though I don’t know about Sam, he might have asked a load of questions, suspecting everyone, that’s his way. Either way, he, after a few days, must have agreed to her visiting him as she wrote me an e mail giving a date of her visit and asking me to arrange transport from Manchester airport, (nearest to both Sam and I and not visited by me since it was called “Ringway airfield!”)
I agreed telling her indoors I was doing a favour for a friend in need and on the appointed date at silly o`clock, I met the lady at the main entrance of the airport, recognising her from the pictures she had sent me was a bit fraught (have you ever tried recognition of a dressed lady from a naked picky, it`s not as easy as you may imagine…) either way I met her, no trim hourglass, but a big breasted matronly lady with a tidy body for her age. I was impressed, we set off to meet Sam, as arranged.
On route we chatted as you do, she jabbering a little nervously, me keen to find out more about her. she had decided on my recommendation to try out Sam in a master role for BDSM. I of course only knew Sam by his reputation on Xhamster, and the mental image I had built from messages we had exchanged on the numerous occasions we had chatted, over the past years… In reality he may have been anything in the world, but he seemed ok, and I knew two ladies close friends that had fallen into his clutches and they had not only survived, they had enjoyed him, saying “he was a painful gentleman that had excited them both to a high standard,” so I was hopeful!
She found riding on the left both of the road and my car a bit daunting, no pedals, no steering wheel and on the wrong side for her! And she said so loudly at the first roundabout, which I found a hoot, luckily it being the early hours and traffic very light.
We talked of the outline of the piece she had ‘commissioned’ in her request for me to scribe for her, and she supplied a list of wants to try with Sam, and dislikes saying she had a copy for him to work with, which made me chuckle as once in his hands I knew that he decided what the sub would endure, and not the sub.
She went a little pensive, and quietened down, especially as we neared the services, I was to deliver her too. We parked, and I phoned Sam as arranged as I don’t use mobiles, (they don’t like me, My body static flattens them in no time!) then we went for coffee.
Sam arrived about 20 minutes later, and we chatted for a while over another coffee, she gave him a copy of the list she had given me, which he looked at and laughed, saying “don’t do humiliation don’t you, I am your master this week missy, and I tell you, you’re a long way from home and your mine, understand!”
She went to say something, but he held up his hand, his look enough to say he was in charge, take it or leave it! Then asking if, as she was told, she had only fetched a single change of clothes for the return journey? Saying “she would not need clothes whatsoever, until she left him once more!”
He gave her a collar and cuffs told her to go change and return in just the dress, (she had on a thin summer sleeveless frock in saffron yellow with a low neck) leaving her jacket on her chair and she was to return wearing absolutely nothing else bar shoes, cuffs and that collar!
Without a sound, scowling a little, she stood and clutching the leather goods went off to the toilet, Sam winking at me and saying when she had gone, “got to lay the rules from the start matey!”
She returned after a while, with the collar and cuffs clearly exposed, as he knew they would be, her white underwear with her purse, clutched in her hand, no make-up and her unfettered but rather large size breasts swinging unhindered in the thin dress.
The service area staff couldn’t help but notice and whispers and nods were exchanged, but her humility was compounded by the attentions of several men in overalls, no doubt on their way to a building site or the like somewhere, applauding her passing (as us rougher types tend to do, when a tasty morsel passes) and causing her to blush a deep shade of red!
As she took her seat, Sam said, “well done, that was a test passed” and before we had time for more abuse or comment, she was “to follow him,” he led us to his tidy white, rather nondescript, van, she throwing some of that, to me strange, American cash at me for my taxiing, and parking (and ain`t that a price nowadays at a bloody airport!) not knowing the exchange rate, I had no idea if I was in pocket or had paid out, but as I would have done it all for free anyway, I knew I was on a winner.
As I helped her with her tiny case into the enclosed van back, and getting a crafty grope of those lovely udders, she kissed me, inadvertently flashing her crutch at me as she made herself uncomfortable on the empty van floor. Sam having her strip naked and taking the dress and jacket into the cab before driving off! Away they trundled, and after only just two hours since we met, my one meeting with this lovely lady was over, my mind holding a number of great mental image`s, as I went off home to Stoke.
I had to wait for a very long two weeks for my next real contact with her, though I did get a PM after 7 or 8 days just saying; ‘back in the USA and tired.’ Sam no doubt having delivered her back to the airport!
When a proper message did arrive it was, well… a revelation beyond my, or apparently her, best expectations!
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