I had a 3-year-long D/s relationship with a woman who was married but needed something in her life that her husband could not fulfill. She was not the first LADY who was not satisfied in the bedroom and required a firm hand, reasonably administered, in a well-choreographed, consensual way.
I consider myself "lucky" to have known her as her Secret DOM.
I had been a DOM, photographer, builder of adult dungeon toys, and even a short D/s B&D writer for several decades when through AOL, I was approached by this jewel. She explained that as a mother, homemaker, and wife, she loved her husband as a good father and provider. She said that although she enjoyed having sex with her husband, she had great difficulty achieving a climax while having sex with him. After 10 years of marriage and some inevitable weight gain, her needs were not being met.
I have heard that before - so being careful, I sat her down and insisted that for us to engage in sexual base D/s Play she would have to be brutally honest. She agreed and we began to discuss the reasons for her infidelity. I was apprehensive about playing with a married woman, as I did not wish to have a knock on my door by a very irritated husband - EVER!
She reflected that since she was in her teens she had had fantasies about being forcefully kidnapped and made to do things no good girl would ever do. Her fantasies had grown as she matured, was married, and had children. I asked her if she had discussed her desires with her husband? She explained that she had brought the subject up, including purchasing several dildoes, and furry handcuffs at an adult store. When she attempted to convey her desires her husband retorted that that was for sick people and he would not have it from her, further suggesting she should see a psychiatrist. Broken in spirit, she divested herself of the cuffs, and used the toys to get her jollies, but desired more.
Now, playing with a woman who cannot be bruised, but desires some torments, does create a minor issue for DOM!
We had to devise ways to keep her from showing ANY QUESTIONABLE reminders from our play dates. Ingeniouly she came up with a way to "Hide" any potential bruises she may incur. She joined a local fitness club, which certainly helped, but was still not foolproof. She reflected that she was more careful getting in and out of bed at night, as well as walking around their bedroom naked. Her husband did notice that she had what appeared to be a rope mark on her buttocks one time. She explained that while at the club her jump rope caught her bottom and it hurt. Nothing came of it.
As they say - where there is a will - there is a way! We had a twice-per-month play date until one evening her husband decided to stop at the health club and found her both there. Thankfully when she was questioned, she said that she had changed her mind, and had decided to go out with one girlfriend for a drink instead. Shortly after this, I was told by her, that she was breaking off our playdates and decided that she and her husband would seek counseling for both from a sex therapist. I received one last notice from her by email about 2 months later. She said that their therapy was going well and that her husband at least was convinced to try some light play with her. The late 1990s were a great time to be alive - and so are the 2020s!
I don't know what happened to her as we had no further contact, but do say like Garth Brooks - I enjoyed the Dance We Had!