Date: Fri, 4 Jun 2010 20:52:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mia Seeker <seekermia@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Mature Slave

This story is strictly a combination of fantasy and imagination....maybe
some hoping, praying and wishing worked in too.  Setting, characters, etc
are all fictional.  Some things may be explicit and not suitable for the
young or those with closed minds - if you are of legal age, have an open
mind, or are wanting to open your mind - please enjoy. This story is owned
by the author, please do not post anywhere else

The Mature Slave

Here I was, the time of my life I had feared most was now approaching, and
the last thing I wanted to face was now at hand......what was I going to
do?

Most of my life had revolved around a lifestyle that was far different, and
mostly unnacceptable in the minds of the majority of the population...but
it was my choice, one that I thrived in, one that I was proud to be a part
of, and one that I enjoyed to the fullest.  What was it?  Hmmm, so you
really want to know do you?  Well, over the years, it involved a lot of
things, from BDSM, nudists colonies, swinger groups, D/s and M/s
relationships and pretty much anything else that could be tried along those
lines.  What I ended up with when I was about 30 was being a submissive and
then a subsequent slave to a Gorean Master.

When I had found this relationship with MasterR I knew from the beginning
that this was the right fit for me as a submissive type person.  I was
owned, but I was free, more free than I had ever been - He expected me to
thrive and be successful in the 'vanilla' world, but He commanded absolute
obedience and submission to Him....He had many slaves, subs, etc, but He
had chosen me as a 24/7 slave - always on call, domestically, sexually,
individually, with groups, no matter - whatever He chose and whenever....He
used me well.  I was lucky, I had 30 great years serving MasterR, many
never find a master who was as great and as good as He was, and few M/s
relationships last that long.  He passed away about 5 years ago, and how my
life changed at that point.

At that time, I was 60 years old, and alone for the first time in a long
time..  What was I going to do, it can take years to find a really good,
well educated Master.  I wondered, was there one older than I,
maybe...somewhere.  Did I really want to start over again?  How much longer
would I be able to perform?  Would a new master be willing to accept a
slave of more mature years, and be willing to accept any limitations she
might have?  Is there a group out there of just mature Master's and
slaves/sub's?  I've been around a long time and haven't 'heard' of any.
Should I just give it all up...was my slave/submissive life now over?

I had been out to some of the social gatherings as a free sub, and was
having some success at opportunities to 'play', but really not as much as I
would have liked....but at least it kept me active until I decided what I
wanted to do.

I turned 65 last fall, and began having some health issues....nothing
serious enough to be terminal (sometimes I'd wished it was, would have been
simpler)....but enough to begin causing limitations in my daily living and
independent living.  Now, the doctors were telling me that I needed to
begin thinking about moving in to a nursing home or an assisted living
facility. NO, NO, NO, NO.......what about MY life...was I no longer to have
a life of my own; time of my own....did I now have to fit into a space that
someone else told me when to sleep, when to shower, when to eat, what to
eat, what I could have, what I could not have.....there would no longer be
the person Sarah, it would only be Sarah in #102.

Even though, as a slave...one who was owned...i was told what to do, when
to do it, etc. but it was by someone that ..i.. chose, My Master, one who
cared for His property, His valued property.  No privacy, no 'toys'
permited, no sex with other residents, no private room to have someone in
to have sex, no being able to drive and go out to enjoy a 'play party' when
I wanted.  If this was to be my life, I was no longer going to have a life.

There was no way I was the only one going through this...what happened to
others in the lifestyle as they aged?  Did they just give up the ghost?
Simply, 'well, at least I had a good time for awhile', now it's over - I
refused to give up that easily.  Baby Boomers had been rocking the boat and
making changes from the 'usual' ever since they had been born.....now it
was time to make changes again. Where there is a will, there is a way.

I looked into nursing homes, there was just no way there would be any
privacy there.  I also looked into group homes for seniors, there would be
very little privacy there. Then I began checking out assisted living
facilities, that way I wouldn't have someone in my hair 24 hrs a day.  Not
only was I checking out the living arrangements, but I was putting careful
attention to the 'services' available also.  I found one that I felt would
meet my 'needs' and signed up for one of the apartments, moved in and
proceeded to get settled.

After I was settled in, I began looking for, and did find a local Master
(Master Joseph) who was willing to accept me into His family, and would
work with me in getting me out to His gatherings, etc., and it was ok with
Him if I came across side activities where I lived.

It was easy to pick out and flirt with other residents, both male and
female and it did not take long to work up a relationship with them - they
were as hungry for sex as I was.

Pam had been a resident here for a couple of years, and it did not take
long to establish a friendship with her. She was 77, born in England,
married a GI and moved to the states in her 20's.  I started going over to
her apartment for tea every afternoon about two.  She was like me in that
we'd hug each other hello and good bye, quite casual.  I began 'dressing'
for the occasion, like no bra, no panties, a V cut neckline, tops that
enhanced certain areas, etc.  Pam didn't say anything about what I wore,
but I would catch her glancing at me with her seductive green eyes, and
most generally at my breasts, but she would quickly turn away when I caught
her.

One day I went for the usual tea, Pam let me in and greeted me with a big
hug and kiss on the cheek....hmmm, my tits met with another set of free
tits.....I like.  Her top was a soft knit, her breasts laid low on her
chest, and off of each one there was a hard, protruding nipple trying to
poke through. Pam set the table, and we sat down to drink our tea and munch
on biscuits.  I had to do something, she had to be testing the waters,
those nipples were hard, begging for attention, so I reached across the
table, and grabbed her nipple between my thumb and fingers and tweeked it,
then grabbed her breast, fondling it in my hand....."seems you may have
lost your bra" I said.  Pam replied, "oh my, I must have had a senior
moment and fogot to put it on".  "i see" was my response, "they are quite
soft, very full and lovely, you should go without one more often, let them
breath".

We went back to chatting about the most recent gossip of the locals.  After
tea, she began to clean up, and I took my dishes back to the sink where she
stood, and placed them on the counter.  I moved behind her, brushing my
body up against hers, and stood behind her, slid my hands under her top,
felt her soft, thin skin, grabbed it gently in my hands and massaged it,
moving around to the front, slowly up to her breasts, they were soft, and
sat fully in my hand. I cupped them from underneath and began to massage
and milk them.  She moaned and arched herself back into me.  I milked her
breasts out to the nipples and placed their hard tips between my fingers
and thumb and gently, but firmly, pulled them and rolled the ends and she
groaned out loud.  "you like that?" I asked.  "oh god yes," she replied,
"it's been so long since i've had that done, it feels so good."  I nuzzled
her neck, licking the side beginning below her ear and licking up and
behind her ear, and placing soft kisses over the licks.  I lifted her shirt
off....turned her around....she had beautiful breasts, the milky white
mounds hung softly over her chest, her areolas were dark against her milky
white skin, the nipples were well developed, about 3/4" long and as thick
as my pinky finger, I could not wait to get my mouth around them and nurse
on them. She was breathing deeply and her breasts undulated like waves in
the water to the heaving of her chest.

I ran my hands down the sides of her body and slid them between her soft
skin and slacks.....hmm lovely, no panties either!!!  I slid the slacks
down, my hands moving slowly over her ass, her butt cheeks were like soft,
plump, cushiony pillows, I grasped them firmly in my hands, again she
sighed heavily.  I pushed the slacks till they fell to her ankles. I took a
step back and viewed her naked body, it was beautiful, a nice mound of
downy soft grey hair was surrounding her cunt.  I reached out and touched
it, it was so soft, I gently but firmly moved the palm of my hand over it,
sliding down, as my hand came closer to her cunt she moved her feet and
opened up her legs, letting me reach her cunt. I separated the luscious
lips and slid my fingers and hand into her warm, wet cunt....."you are ripe
my friend" I said.  "Oh yes, please don't stop" she begged.  I bent down
and had her step out of her slacks, and walked her over to the couch, sat
her down, spread her legs and pulled up a footstool between them.

I sat on the stool, commanded her to sit up and began nursing on those
lucsious, huge breasts, I sucked them well, and nibbled on the long, thick
nipples.  I had her hold them up for me as I nursed, and moved my hands to
other areas, grazing my fingers over her body, massaging those erogenous
areas.  Very slowly I worked my way to her cunt, I could smell her sweet
wetness. She was 'mooing' like a cow, I could feel her body begging for
release.  I ran my finger up her slit and pinched her clit, and she gasped
and moaned with delight.  I stopped nursing on her breast, slid my arms
under her ass, pulled her forward, pulling her cunt to my mouth....i was
going to have a juicy dessert. I spread the thick lips of her cunt, they
were large and drooped slightly (nice maybe to hang something from another
time)...her clit was lovely, about half the size of my thumb, I lapped and
sucked on her clit until she was on the brink, and then dropped down,
lapping the juices of her cunt and then drove my tongue deep into her
gorgeous hole, and she let out a yelp of pleasure.  I continued tonguing
her for awhile, then slid a finger into her hole, then two and three and
began finger fucking her, she was responding like a cat in heat and I
fucked her hard and deep until she came, her body jerking and pleading,
then I backed off and slow fucked her, gently, after a few minutes, fingers
still in place, I moved to the side and began flicking her clit with my
tongue, slowly at first, then increasing, then sucking it and letting the
finger fucking start increasing again........i reached my other hand up and
began massaging and squeezing her breast and nipple.......she was off
again, this cum was bigger than the last one...i kept going until she
begged me to stop.  She was spent.

I had her get off the couch and sit on the stool...i pulled down my slacks
and lifted my top and began massaging my breasts and working my own cunt, I
made her watch as I masturbated myself, I moved my cunt lips to the side,
and dipped my fingers into my own wet juices, and moved them to my clit
?.. my clit was a good 2" long and very thick for a clit....i heard Pam
gasp when she saw it...i circled my fingers around the clit, then began
stroking it, and at the same time inserted two other fingers into my hole.
I was soaked from playing with her, and it did not take long for me to cum.
When I was done, I told her to bend over and lick up my juices....she
looked at me funny, but I gave her a stern look back and said 'do it NOW
slut', she bent over at once and lovingly licked and slurped up every last
bit of juice.

I stood up, pulled up my slacks, pulled down my shirt, gave her a peck on
the cheek, walked to the door, opened it and turned and said "Thanks for
the tea Pam, I'll be back for more tea tomorrow afternoon."  and pulled the
door shut behind me.

Yes, life here was going to be very good for this mature lady of the
lifestyle.

mia
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