SADO POCKET MASOCHISM

Being a very beautiful fifty-something, wealthy, widowed and with grown-up children busy with their own families, Esther could devote herself to what she always secretly desired. That is, to cultivate sex as one of the fine arts. She always enjoyed it, and was never short of good partners. But now she wanted something more: to get to know in depth some modalities that always intrigued her, but she had barely glimpsed in the stories of others. Sado-masochism and so many others, for example. "It's time to do them all," she said to herself.

He then embarked on an exhaustive exploration of the many variants and possibilities offered by sex. Everything that could be done between a man and a woman, a woman and two men, two women or more, some of undefined gender or in transition with men and women in quantity to taste, and so on.

He indulged unceremoniously in the pleasures of the flesh, and he would assemble his passionate encounters with the precision of an exquisite chef who carefully chooses the ingredients for his recipes. He was meticulous in his procedures in order to maximise pleasurable results. But after having repeatedly tried all the variables, she wanted something more. Her nature as an ambitious woman who had never wanted for anything demanded it.

Trying out extreme sex?

She had before her the broad terrain of so-called "perversions", which attracted her as much or more than the modalities considered "normal". But in this she was not as bold as in the other practices. She always ended up seeming too conservative for her eventual partners, generally experienced in the rough terrain of so-called "extreme sex".

That's why he was bored out of his mind on his first attempt at "voyeurism". He could not conceive of anyone having fun watching others having sex. And she was incapable of understanding that her companions in the dark booth from which they watched a couple of clumsy amateurs copulating, were going crazy. She had gotten more arousal from watching professional pornographic films alone. Even seeing that her closest companion had a phenomenal erection, she offered him oral sex, but he refused. Because all he cared about was watching, and he didn't want to be distracted by anything else.

As for paedophilia, he only once had a pleasant relationship with a minor. When he tried to repeat it, he found out that the boy had told his parents everything. They sued him for corruption of minors. He had to neutralise it at great effort and cost, with a great deal of effort from his lawyers.

He fared no better with the "Bondage"He was left with sore bones and strap marks all over his body. She was left with aching bones and strap marks all over her body. Her friend, an expert in such matters, tried to encourage her by showing her her collection of used prophylactics, men's stockings and toothbrushes seized from her lovers.

He barely managed to get Esther to agree to start a similar "collection" when she had the chance. Given the great amorous activity she was registering in those days, carried out in different homes, after a while she had a good number of those little advertisements with a magnet on the back that you stick on the fridge. It was the only thing she could think of, and no matter how hard she tried, it didn't excite her in the slightest. And it didn't sound like the "extreme sex" she was craving.

Looking for a way

She began to feel frustrated; she lacked extreme and daring experiences, and tried masochistic BDSM. But it was frowned upon for her to interrupt a girl's spanking session with a man, to put dressings on him and console him maternally. And again, her offer of oral sex was rejected (as much as to do anything) because it was all about causing pain, not pleasure. When someone tried to hit her, she had no better idea than to hit back, and she was thrown out of the meeting as a misfit.

When there was not much left to try, he thought his mistake was to plunge headlong into such extreme sex practices. Perhaps it would be better to move slowly, exploring these terrains slowly.

Hence the surprise of one of her lovers when, before the sexual act began, she took a small box of studs out of her purse and began to spread them evenly on the bed.

"It's just so I can get used to it little by little...", he argued to his partner's surprise. "And get ready for next week, because if you want to do it with me again you'll have to wear a pair of sandpaper panties that I'm preparing for you", Esther explained, very enthusiastic about the new possibility of going to those extremes that attracted her: slowly, little by little. In about a year and a half, she reckoned, she would be a consummate expert in sado-masochism.

Because with perseverance and ingenuity everything can be achieved.