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MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 5 by Long Tall Mary
The desire for straight non bondage sex had been brewing for some time and the episode at Mad Max's forced it to the surface. At that time I was nearing 45 years of age and regarded myself as a worthy companion for many men far younger than myself. Being the owner of a bar gave me an opportunity to meet men and women from different walks of life.
I haven't written much about my bar so far. Its located in a bar strip in downtown Syracuse. Many of the bars in the strip are patronized heavily by Syracuse U students while others cater to diverse ethnic and social constituencies. At my bar about 20% of the crowd is college, the rest are downtown professionals and office workers.
I don't allow my bar to be used for any overt bondage or sexual activities other than I do allow subs to wear collars and be led on leashes. Its not a bondage bar per se but its safe to say that a fair number of the regulars know about my lifestyle and inevitably some of my clients gravitate here. My work attire is quite provocative but not exclusively S&M fashion.
One of the regular customers at the bar was a Professor of Clinical Psychiatry at the local medical school, a trim and fit 50ish type with a very engaging wit. I'll refer to him as Newhart as he reminds me more of the TV psychologist Bob Newhart than he does an MD.
One day I hit on Newhart for a date. He accepted my offer but seemed reluctant and I fully expected to get stood up. None the less the date went off as scheduled and we spent a beautiful evening dining at a Chinese restaurant in Cortland. I intentionally dressed in a way that is less whorish than usual including a ankle length skirt and a loose fitting sweater.
As he drove us back towards Syracuse I was modestly intoxicated and suggested we spent the night at my home. Newhart had recently dated other women and presumably had sex with them but the suggestion of sex at a dominatrix mansion left the normally glib Newhart fumbling for words. I was both peeved and hurt.
I forced myself to blurt out my feelings making it known to him that I wasn't planning on placing him in restraints and whipping him, that I just wanted normal sex and that he should forget my BDSM orientation and just think of me as an everyday professional woman meaning bar owner of course. Newhart expressed appreciation for my candor and conceded that he was intimidated at the prospect of sex with a dominatrix and that he would give it his best shot.
After arriving back in Camillus I decided Newhart needed another two martinis to break down his inhibitions. We sat together imbibing on the sofa for about 20 minutes with a Lettermen CD playing on the amplifier as I gently massaged his cock which became instantly rock hard. Finally I felt the moment had come and I escorted him gently to the bedroom where I began undressing. I joked that subs are usually led to the bedroom on a leash then strapped down to the bed as I tried further to dispel the dominatrix image. It did seem to help break the ice a little more.
Newhart seemed to be more comfortable than earlier and within minutes we were enjoying each other in a way I hadn't for years. His staying power was excellent for his age, he ejaculated twice inside me and I was able to harden him a third time by hand. He was rewarded with a stellar class blow job that brought him to fever pinch intensity before climax.
The next day I sat reflecting on the previous nights encounter. It was highly arousing but I resented having to be the aggressor especially with a med school professor who was sexually experienced and no wallflower. I was not so committed to dominatrix style sex that I could not periodically enjoy conventional sex. Yet my reputation as a dominatrix was clearly inhibiting prospective straight male companions. I was determined not to give up and ultimately I would attain a balance between the two.
END PART 5
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