This is a true story, but though I was involved, I was not one of the
primary participants. Most of the sex scenes I was not involved in
directly, but given my relationship with both of them, maybe I "saw"
clearer than either of them.

Tina and Frank were neighbors of mine back when I had an apartment in
Poughkeepsie, NewYork. Our relationship became from wary to friendly
over the course of two years. Tina was glad to have someone to talk do
during the days (she didn't work, but most of her friends did), and
Frank was happy to have someone to go out and have a beer with at a
local Moose Lodge. One night a week, on Thursday's, we always got
together for cards, otherwise I usually met them separately during the
week.

Normally this is a formula for trouble. Its okay for a "couple" to have
"single" friends, but when you become friends with each of the partners
separately, you are begging to be pulled into their relationship. Its
not the first time I made that mistake, and I'm sure it will not be the
last time, but it is always easier to see these problems with
hind-sight than "real time."

The first signs of a problem came from Frank:

"I'm not sure what she wants from me, I work hard all day and she is
always after me for something. Last night was the worst. Here it was,
time for the game, and Tina just couldn't keep here hands of me. I
told her we would have sex later, but when I came to bed after the
game, she was asleep."

Now, Tina was hot, no question, short, blue eyes, red hair and who
constantly wore tight fitting, clothes that got a mans mind in the
gutter. Though I can't speak for anyone but me, all I knew was that
one swing of those hips in my direction would mean I wouldn't of even
wasted the time it took to hit the record button on the VCR. However,
I may be a tad bit oversexed, so I decided to play sympathetic instead
of wacking Frank up side the head.

Tina's version was even worse.

"I spent the day getting ready for a dinner and some, ummm, romance
afterwards. When he gets home, he just plops down on the couch and
watches the stupid game. The worst of it is, when finally comes to bed
he expects me to have sex."

Sigh.

I'm was sure that all couples have this sort of problem from time to
time, so I figured it would all blow over. Well, I was wrong. From
Franks side, everything was okay, but from Tina's side, she was getting
frustrated (pardon the pun). She started looking into things to spice
their sex life up a bit, and that is where the whole sordid mess began.


One time when Tina was over at apartment, she glimpsed in my bedroom
(which is usually closed and locked), and saw some "play" items. Since
she saw things similar to things in an "Adult" (and I use the term
loosely) catalog, she decided to ask me questions. That afternoon and
the next day I showed her some stuff, both in and out of her catalog,
how it was used, etc.

She learned about headgear, gags, restraints, cock rings, nipple clamps
(she like the idea of these), pussy clamps, a variety of paddles and
whips. I also showed her certain crŠmes and spices that would give an
interesting feeling (and would literally heat things up). I gave
suggestions, advice tips and tricks.

Now, there is only so far you get with both people clothed; so much of
her experience was in "theory" only. I would have been more than happy
to give her demonstrations of my entire collection, but though I could
talk, I didn't touch. I respected (and hated) that restriction, but
that is what friendship is all about.
When it came apparent that she felt she wanted to be a Sub to Frank's
Dom, however, I had an objection. Frank was a basic guy. Though not
(usually) inconsiderate, his idea of a great night was a beer and a BJ.
The concept that Tina may find sex more than a duty hadn't quite sunk
into his head yet. I tried to stress communication and taking it slow,
and Tina agreed to it all. Of course what she agreed to was that she
heard me, not that she was going to pay any attention to what I said.

Sigh.

For about a week, I didn't hear from Tina except for asking specific
questions. Now, maybe I was being dense, I was hoping that talking
about these items was just making her hot, since it did me. From y
conversations with Frank, he certainly didn't have any ideas of what
was going on.

Finally, Thursday came around. Tina had called me about 15 minutes
before Frank was due home to cancel our card night, pleading a
headache. Disappointed, but not devastated, I took to getting a leg up
on a programming project I was working on.

Now, picture if you will the events from Frank's perspective.

Frank is a bit late coming home from the office. Tina, who usually
meets him at the door isn't there, but sometimes she goes over to their
friend, Jay Fox's apartment early on Thursday's, so he doesn't think
anything is up. He turns on the TV to watch a news program, only to
see that fairly locally someone broke into a house, raped and murdered
the wife, and is still free. Can you imagine his mindset as he goes to
their bedroom to take off his jacket?

As he enters the bedroom, he feels something is wrong, he looks towards
the bed and sees a sight he hoped never to see. The horror building up
in him, he turns, tripping over some shoes, he runs limps out of the
apartment into the hall and runs up to his friend's apartment.

BAM, BAM, BAM. "Come on Jay" he yells.

Well, I hit the ceiling at the first BAM, but I do get down and let him
in. I can't get a coherent word out of him, so I sit him down, give
him a drink, and tell him I'll go check.

My first thought was that Frank was a lunatic.

I had heard from her not 30 minutes ago, so I hoped this was all a
mistake. However, when you have been told there is a corpse in the
Apartment next door, you never know what you will find.

When I entered the bedroom, I almost had to laugh. There was Tine,
looking very much like a rape victim, but glaring at me with her blue
eyes. Her gagged mouth prevented me from hearing her, probable
curses, as I looked the scene over.

She had tied her self face down, with her legs spread apart and her arms
tied together above her head. Under her stomach was a pillow, raising
her ass in the air. She was wearing what looked like a cheerleaders
outfit with the skirt flipped up, and no panties. On the floor of the
room at the foot of the bed was an open box with a variety of toys and
gadgets, and on the bed, between her outstretched legs was a simple
note...

"Fuck Me"

I must admit, for a split second I was tempted, but I put her skirt down
and helped her untie herself. Though she wouldn't meet my eyes, I
suggested she hide the toys, dress up normally, and come over for
cards. There was no way to explain this to her husband, so we could
only hope that something would come up.

When we made it back over, Frank's leg was giving so much pain that he
was basically in shock. We never had that card game, instead, we
spent or Thursday night in an Ambulance and Emergency Room waiting for
the word on Frank. Basically the shock of what his mind saw, and the
pain was too great for Frank's system, so he wasn't in good shape. His
memory of the events leading up to his collapse was blurred, so the
entire circumstance kind of vanished.

During our waiting time, Tina and I talked, and this time, she was
willing to listen. Though I couldn't make any promises, I told her
that we could do a two prong approach, she in the bedroom, me in the
bar, and lead Frank by the nose till he got the idea. I told Tina all
about my entry into the B&D scene, hoping to she would learn the
lessons on patience, communication, etc. She learned a lesson all
right, but not the one I wanted her to learn.

Her approach became a bit subtler, but still a bat to the head was just
a tad less so.

One Sunday Frank was watching the game at home when at half-time, Tina
put on her own half time show. Coming out of the bedroom, she had this
sheer teddy that left just about nothing to the imagination, shoes and
stockings. After stripping slowly, Frank's eyes on her, not the
screen, she knelt down before him, opened his pants, and pulled out his
cock.

Looking up into his eyes, she asked, "Would you like me to suck your
cock?"

I was at home at the time; I thought the scream of "Yes" was a
touchdown. Maybe it was, but it was Tina's side that scored. At the
lodge, Frank didn't talk about it, but he did ask me about the final
score.

On Tuesday, apparently, Tina met Frank in bed, naked face down with her
butt way in the air. In both her cunt and asshole, she had a dual
vibrator. She slowly moved it in and out as she looked at Frank and
whispered, "Please help me cum."

When Thursday came around for our card game, she upped the ante so to
speak.

Tina came in dressed to kill, or more to the point, dressed to fuck.
From the look on Frank's face, they had words about her attire, but as
she mentioned to me later, "He suggested that I change, but he wouldn't
make me change." For the remainder of the night, she tried teasing him
a bit, but he would have none of it.

I knew I had to have a talk with her.

Frank's reaction was bad enough, but Tina was playing a mind game on me.
Here I was, fairly young, a couple of months out of my first major
relationship (with Kim) and looking. So far I had been able to keep my
instincts in check (and that was a major endeavor). But, as I
mentioned before, Tina was a looker normally, with the added
"enhancements", I was almost to the point of howling at the moon.
Though Tina didn't intentionally tease me, I was not happy with her.
When we broke for the night, I'm sure Tina thought she would have get
what she wanted. However, Frank didn't cooperate.

From Tina's side the next day, "When we got to our apartment he
wouldn't even touch me. He just said he was angry with me and went to
bed."

"Tina," I started, "that may have saved you from being seriously hurt.
If you had your way, and Frank 'punished' you, he may have gone too
far. He wouldn't have been in any condition to know when to stop."

"I was just trying to get him started the way you got started." She
tried to explain.

Finally, the light dawned on me.

"Look Tina, what I did that night with Kim wasn't the right way to get
into the scene. Even then, I wasn't filled with any real emotion,
except frustration and being hurt. Frank was filled with jealousy and
anger, I can't even begin to tell you how easy it would have been for
him to lose control."

After a bit of discussion, she finally got the point. However, I wasn't
done with her.

"Now, I have something important to ask you. Do you want me?"

She was taken back. "What do you mean?"

"Its simple. Last night you teased me as much as you did Frank. You
have told me before you just want him, but when you do that to me, what
you are saying, doesn't match with what you are showing."

Tina blushed (an interesting combination with the red hair).

"Jay, I'm not sure what to say....."

"Fair enough," I interrupted, "but let me set this straight." You
shouldn't be playing mind games with other people. If you didn't mean
it, then think about it. I'm not a saint, and helping you out is
already erotic. Teasing me more, when you don't plan to follow through
is going to cause a major problem."

Tina looked up, "Jay, I'm sorry. You have been a big help to me, and I
didn't think that you even thought of me in that fashion."

I barked out a laugh at that.

"Tina, any man who doesn't think of you in 'that way' at least a little
bit is probably dead. I never said that I want to be anything more
than to be your friend, but intentionally or no, your giving me signals
that say something different than the words that come out of your
mouth."

Tina thought about it for a bit.

I continued, "All I'm asking is that you don't play a game you know I
can't win. I'll be your friend and Frank's friend forever. If you
don't want me to be more than that, please just "don't tease the
animals."

She laughed at the comparison, but I think she got the point. It was a
tough line I wanted to draw, one, which would allow here to involve me
with the attempt to "help" Frank be her Master, but not pull me into a
sexual relationship that wasn't wanted. After that day, Tina continued
to confide in me, but initially she was a bit more guarded on with the
conversations. After a few weeks, however, our relationship was back
to "normal."

Frank, on the other hand became a problem.

After the events of that game night, he was still unhappy with Tina, and
to some extent me. He appeared to be worried that there may have been
something else going on between Tina and I than he thought. He no
longer confided in me, and would stop home unexpectedly, seeming to try
to "catch us."

This continued for almost a month, Tina wasn't getting any sex from
Frank, and Frank was constantly being a pain. Finally, I had enough;
neither of them was talking to each other, and it was starting to worry
me where this would end.

Finally, I convinced both of them to come over for our card night.
However, instead of having cards on my mind, I was hoping to get them
to talk. When they got to the apartment, they found a note, pads of
paper and pens waiting for them:

"Guys, both of you are my friends, and I can't stand seeing you have a
problem. However, it is YOUR problem, and I have no place in it. When
I was growing up, my parents were having some problems, so they went to
an encounter group, I'd like to suggest something from there and then I
will get out of your way.

In the Encounter group, a subjects, or subjects were chosen and all the
couples went away to write separately. They would then get together
as a couple, talk about what they wrote and then share their experience
with the group as a whole."

"The idea is to really communicate your feelings, not worrying about
being judged by your other half, or the group. The idea is that
sometimes the day to day gets in the way of communication, so this way
we can get past the problems and explore our own feelings.

Now, I have two topics for you. The first one is what happened, and
what were your feelings on that game night a month ago. The second is
a bit harder. What do you want out of sex?

I'll see you both in the morning."

As the time they we reading it, I was taking a Taxi to a part across
town. Though the part was a dud, I still came back fairly late.
Neither was still in the apartment, but there were signs that they were
there for a while. Going into the bathroom, I found a note just saying
"Thanks!" in Tina's handwriting. Taking that as a good sign, I slept,
waking early to see if I could catch them both before Frank went to
work. However, neither of them was around, and Frank's car was still in
the parking lot.

I had a local contract, so I didn't meet up with them until the next day
(Saturday) at the Lodge. Both looked happy, Frank tired, but Tina
looked like she was on her honeymoon. Though were really not in a
position to discuss much, they both thanked me, and told me that Frank
took Friday as a vacation day. I finally got the full story on Monday
from Tina.

Tina wasn't going to do the writing, but Frank convinced her to give it
a try. They worked writing up all their pent up feelings and discussed
their problems with that night, their wants and their desires. Though
I read part of Tina's entry, Frank never offered, and I never asked.
Tina's went into what she wanted sexually from Frank, and more
importantly, why. Since she and I started talking, she had
investigated her feelings and was really able to communicate clearly
what she wanted.

From Tina's discussions, Frank's main problem was fear, fear of losing
her, fear of losing control, fear of crossing the line. He wanted to
give her what she wanted, but he needed to know he wasn't going to lose
her.

After reading the notes, they talked for several hours, Tina using some
of the items from our daytime conversations to explain things like safe
words and how that was her ultimate control. Finally, when all the
talking was done, she offered herself to him.

"Frank, I'm yours to use, to care for, and to protect. Whatever you
want, whenever you want, I'll try to give to you. Please allow me to
please you."

Instead of shying away, Frank lead Tina to the bedroom, undressing her
(and himself ) roughly. He pushed her into the bathroom, and turned
the shower on.

As they showered, Frank started to order her to scrub his back, and then
his front. When her fingers held his cock, he added some shampoo as
additional lubricant as she slowly started to give him a hand job. As
he got hotter, however, he pushed her against the shower wall, and took
her doggy style, as they stood up.

Tina felt his cock enter her from behind. Though her legs were not real
comfortable, his impaling dick helped keep her steady. When he finally
came, so did she.

Though she wanted to continue, he couldn't get it up again no matter how
hard she tried. It wasn't lack of interest, but the sharing of
feelings, as well as the entertainment in the shower wore Frank out.
Happily, however, she fell asleep in his arms.

When she woke up, he was already awake and watching her.

They talked again, this time about fantasies, likes and dislikes. Tina
mentioned wanting to be punished for being a bad girl, and the punisher
to have his way with her. Frank talked about a common fantasy he had
growing up where on of the old TV moms would give him a BJ underneath
the kitchen table.

Frank took Tina across his lap, and started to "punish" her. At first
his slaps were so light that Tina encouraged him to go harder. He
never got to the level that Tina found too painful, but as her ass
started turning very red, and she very sensitive, each stroke brought
some pain, but a great deal of pleasure. As she moaned, one of Frank's
hands snaked down under her and started pulling at one of her tits.
Her nipples were fairly hard, and Frank's hand, not gentle.

He continued to spank her as this "rouge" hand started roaming all over
her body, squeezing a tit, fingering her asshole and cunt. Finally, he
cupped his hand around her mouth as he hit her ass for one last time
with a good deal of strength.

Tina almost came right then and there.

Frank moved Tina to the bed, putting her on her side. Taking an Ace
bandage they had from his ankle, he wrapped her arms tightly behind her
back. Her ass and tits were red from rough treatment, but Frank
ignored them as he lubed up a set of ass balls and a dick shaped
vibrator. Her tight ass made it difficult to push the balls in, but
her cunt was so drenched the vibrator barely needed any additional
lubrication.

As Tina started to climax from the vibrator, Frank started pulling out
the ass balls slowly. This extended her climax from just seconds to
(what felt like) hours. As she came off her orgasm, Frank just held
her as they both fell back to sleep.

All during the day they played all sorts of games. It was like they
were on their honeymoon again. They were just starting in their new
roles, but the more they stayed together, the more they understood.

For dinner, Tina prepared on of Franks favorite meals (steak). As she
brought it out to him, however, his face read displeasure.

"Frank," she asked, "what is wrong?"

"You burnt it " was his reply, as he looked at the steak for the first
time.

Quizzically, Tina came over to look at the problem when his hand came up
and caught her hair.

"When I say it is burnt, its burnt. Do you understand?"

"Frank, let me f.. ", she tried to discuss."

Frank pulled her by her hair down to her knees, pushing her under the
table. With his free hand, he unzipped his pants, and dropped his
underwear, leaving his cock standing straight out.

"Now while I eat this burnt steak, you can give me the best blow of my
life."

Tina finally understood the game, and folded her knees underneath her.
With no rush she played with the head before tonguing the shaft. She
licked the balls individually and took each slowly into her mouth and
sucked.

She then moved the head of the cock just past her teeth and jacked the
shaft off as she sucked on the head. Though not an expert on deep
throating, she took him al the way in and started a slow rhythm. She
couldn't see his face, but by the sounds from above the table she was
doing a good job. Finally, as he approached climax, she thought of
several different endings, but choose to take it in her mouth.

As she stood up, she allowed him to see her swallow his cum, something
she had never done for him before. His steak, barely touched, was
still on the plate, and on Frank's face, a big, silly grin.

On Saturday, before they met me at the lodge they went out shopping and
purchased all sorts of different clothes. Some just too tight, and
others just too daring for street wear. By the time they made it to the
lodge, the had gone a long way to being more comfortable with each
other, and their roles than they were when they just started out.

When we left the lodge that night, I knew that something had started,
but I couldn't tell where it would end.

Author's Notes

Tina and Frank are still together and still in the scene. Though
eventually they started to swing a bit, and experiment with threesomes,
I never got a chance to participate. At first I thought it was because
by the time they got more open I had started with my relationship with
Julie (the lover I recently lost), but over time it became apparent
that wasn't the reason.

By involving myself in their relationship, the tone of my relationship
changed from being each of their friends, to being the couple's friend.
Though Tina was and is attractive to me, I feel I would hurt a special
friendship by involving myself physically. Further, since I know Tina
better than any man outside of her husband, there may be too much
potential for me to damage their relationship accidentally.

I think that Tina learned was that slow growth; patience and
communication were key. By rushing, she almost destroyed the
relationship. Frank's complacency, on the other extreme was as equally
damaging.

To all of you who have asked about helping your lover be more
dominating, just remember. Your lover, if they are worth anything, is
going to be cautious. Even though you say certain things, they don't
know you mean certain things. Further, and I have been in this boat,
though a lover is offering you everything, there is an internal guilt
that may hold the Dom back. Though it may sound like a contradiction,
sometimes to Sub, you have to control.

Every relationship is different, but what I have found is that in most
cases, once the lovers understand the wants, desires and needs of each
other, the rest comes easy. However, sometimes a lover doesn't really
know what he or she wants, much less how to communicate it to the
other.

Though communication is key, sometimes a relationship doesn't always
work out. There are times that someone who really needs a Dom can't
move the relationship in the direction they want. Sometimes a Dom
finds themselves who can't or will not be a Sub. Getting out of the
old relationship or changing your old attitude may be your only
choices.

I will tell you though; the world is not really teaming with
"reasonable" Doms or Subs. Neither side of the coin is easy, an
empathic Dom can be as hard to find as a willing, communicative Sub.

Some of the letters I get come just short of calling me a liar. Some
believe that a compassionate Dom is oxymoron. Some think I come off as
too perfect.

Since the story's mainly come from my weaknesses may not be apparent.
However, they exist. As a sexual animal, I enjoy oral sex (both giving
and getting), visual (posing, picture and video) and verbal (talking
and being talked to dirty). My main pleasure, however, is from giving
my partner what she needs, and possibly working my "enjoyments" as
well.

I have been selfish, lazy, unattractive and inattentive. However, I
hope that is the exception, and not the rule.

For those who don't believe that a Dom should be somewhat empathic,
well, there is nothing I can do to convince you otherwise. This
doesn't mean, however, I can't just get it on how I want too.
Sometimes that is appropriate and sometimes needed.