At nineteen, in my first year away from foster care, I had this homely landlady, in her fifties, who took good care of me, and charged a fair rent…I kept pestering her to tie me up, at our Friday evening meal at her kitchen table, and she kept refusing. I kept at it, and finally she gave in, with considerable irritation, and tied my wrists behind my back, with a length of strong cord. “Happy?” she snapped, and when I said “Where’s the blindfold?” She sighed heavily, looked around, then snatched her old gardening trench-coat off the back door, and tossed it over my head, knotting the sleeves tight round my neck, then using the belt for a gag.
“Happy NOW?” she demanded.
“Mmmmmmmmmffff!” I went, and she said acridly “I’ll take that for a ‘yes’….” Then she added
“This is my Bingo night, and I’m already cutting it close time-wise, so…have fun and I’ll see you later!”
What seemed an eternity later, she returned, sounding somewhat lit up.
Went for drinks with a couple of ladies I know…told them what you made me do, and they all agreed you must be desperate for s**, and I was a fool if I didn’t take advantage of that…now I can see that lump in your pants, and I’m assuming they were correct! I really don’t know what to do, at this point…but the booze is making me pretty daring, so…”
She pulled me to my feet, and yanked my sweat-pants down to my ankles, revealing my ever-growing erection, out in the open, exposed and vulnerable.
“A sight for sore eyes! God, it’s been SO long, I almost forgot what these things looked like! I suppose like all males, you expect me to take it in my mouth!”
“Mmmmmmm – mmmmmm!” I managed, with a shake of my sheathed head.
“No? Really? I’m shocked! Well in that case you must want me to m********* you!”
“Mmmmmmmmmmm!” I went, with an emphatic nod.
“Knew there had to be something! I hated having to do that constantly for my late unlamented husband, but it might be different now, when I’m completely in charge, and you are so invitingly endowed, unlike him!”
Two hours later, having been denied o***** ruthlessly, and expertly, it seemed, I was moaning and gasping, and making muffled begging and pleading noises, now at my full eight inches.
“Hell – I’ve come THIS far!” she said angrily, and took me by the testicles and led me stumbling blindly to her bedroom, pushing me over onto it, and climbing on top of me with surprising agility for her age. She settled down slowly, impaling herself on my erection, almost tenderly, and starting the age-old rhythm of love, or lust, – r*** even!
“You better not disappoint me young man, or I will get REALLY angry, and you do NOT want to deal with an angry me! Not if you want to see daylight before Tuesday morning!” I remembered this was a three-day weekend, and decided I better not let myself c** before she allowed it.

That weekend was memorable, and I urged her to repeat it, as long and as often as circumstances allowed, which she did, and for two full years, we did some variation of this at every possible opportunity…I eventually married her – two or three more years of maturity on me, and frequent visits to the beauty-parlor for her, and nobody seemed to see anything wrong, at the civil ceremony…