Doug Deeson's musings

In years before smart phones and apps, there were dating websites, hookup sites, I guess they still exist, but I haven’t needed them for a while.  Back then, in my single days I’d frequent these pages – it’s where I met my husband but before him there was Rodney (Rod)  We connected one evening chatting and exchanging pictures, as one did.   There was, something there and we both felt it. At the time I was living with my family and he had roommates, so we didn’t have a place to hookup, as that was all this was going to be. We were both clear on that.   In my single days I had two rules that I invoked with regards to hookups – Never ever go where you’re not invited and if you can’t play safe, you can’t play.   Not sexy maybe but those were my rules. Rod and I got alone well, and we chatted a couple of times before we agreed to meet for a coffee or drink to determine if there was more there. We both worked close to each other, so we agreed to meet for a mid-aft...

  It was a few days later that Jack called and asked to see me again.   He tells me that he loved being taken the other day and wants, really very much, to be mine.   He’s incredibly nervous, as this is all so new to him, but he wants to be available to be used by me whenever I need or want him.   I tell him we can certainly work on that but that I’m not sure that he’s actually ready for that step.   We’ll have to do a test to see if he’s as ready for someone to completely take control of him.   I want him to prove to me that he’s committed, that he’s ready to be controlled. We agree to meet the next day, as I have some prep to do before I see him.   I head out to my favourite sex shops and I find there a thick linked chain necklace with a pad lock attached.   And I grab a butt plug, not too big, not too small – about 5 inches long, and about two inches at it’s widest.   The next morning, I head over to meet him at his home. I stop at a p...