I've always enjoyed reading erotic stories. Particularly the ones from Penthouse Magazine's "Forum" section. I discovered them while I was still in highschool and later I found Forum Magazine which was just the stories without the articles and naked pictures. A more extreme version of that is also available called Variations. The stories in Variations were the ones that I found most interesting. When I say the stories were more extreme, I mean, well... Kinky! Forum had what would be considered in the SM community, "vanilla" sex stories. Notice I say SM not S&M? That's because people who consider themselves a part of that sub-culture say "SM." It's like when you live in San Francisco, you would never call it "frisco." Not ever...

Did I say people in the community? Haha... I did! Well I wasn't ... At least not when I met her!

One night after the bar closed, I went with Chris and some of her friends back to their house. Leather Anne and her girlfriend Trixie belonged to a lesbian SM organization called Leather & Lace.

Mind blowing, isnt it? Not just that there are enough people into SM in Long Beach to call it a community. But that there is actually a large enough lesbian SM community to support it's very own organization! Wow!

So, Chris and I were at Anne and Trixi's apartment, sitting around, chatting. Chris, with a big grin on her face, said,

"Hey Anne, why don't ya show Jesse your toybox?"

Anne's grin was equally wide as she nodded and turned to run upstairs, disappearing into a room down the hall. I watched as Anne came back out to the landing at the top of the staircase carrying a footlocker - an actual metal trunk! As she walked down the stairs with the trunk up on one shoulder , she said "Okay, the rules are... You can ask all the questions you like," then she paused and looked straight into my eyes, "but all demonstrations are done to you!"

It wasn't 20 minutes before I found myself sitting on Chris' lap. My shirt was in a heap on the floor. I was blindfolded, my wrists bound in handcuffs, and small spring clamps bit into my nipples. At the same time I felt the warm sensation of hot wax dripping down my arms and bonding my wrists to the handcuffs!

Can you imagine? All of that going on, but do you know what I remember thinking was the strangest thing about that entire encounter? Trixie and her friend standing behind me, about 8 ft away, having a discussion about their laundry - as if nothing unusual was happening!

That is the day that Chris and I would mark as our first date. I suppose we stopped looking for a better offer about that same time.

Before we left Leather Anne's that night we were discussing the ins and outs of living her lifestyle. I said, "Okay, I've been reading Variations magazine for years and there's always a few stories where some woman is being whipped mercilessly, tears streaming down her face. Then suddenly, while this is going on, she has this massive orgasm!"

I said "I'm sorry. I just don't buy it! There is no way, you can tell me that someones going to be whipping me and it will spark some mind shattering orgasm!" Anne just looked at Chris, looked back at me and smiled. She said,

"Come back and visit us again."

Then to Chris,

"Make it about a month."