Sally's backstory

It was pretty boring for me, but Sally had fun. By the time, we finished at the mall it was already just after noon. We stopped by a local pub to have lunch. We sat in a booth towards the back and I ordered a beer, she had a lemonade. From the time we talked this morning in the car, my mind was fixated on what Sally admitted to me. I wanted to know more.

"Sally, I'm very curious about what you said this morning. You said you have very little experience with slaves and how to treat them, but you also said you haven't personally experienced it. Which is it? You really seemed to know what you were doing yesterday." I asked as I stared directly into her eyes. I watched as she blushed down her neck and she looked around the bar nervously.

"I-I-I haven't been totally honest with you." She answered. "I have had more than what I said, on both sides. In college, during my sophomore year, I met a guy who swept me off my feet. He was everything I wanted in a man. I loved him deeply. I only had sex with a couple guys before that, and sex with him was amazing. He did things to me that blew my mind. The longer we were together the more he opened my mind. What I didn't realize was he was training me. By the time, I realized what was happening, I was his live in submissive. Now don't get me wrong, I guess I knew what he was doing, but as it turned out he didn't want a wife. He wanted a **** to serve him however he wished.

I sat there is shock at what I was hearing. You would never know she had gone through anything like this now. "What happened? How did it end?" I asked.

"Well I guess it was when he brought home another woman. I was shocked and when I complained, he tied me up and punished me. Now he had punished me before. Usually spankings and some nipple ****, things like that. He had even shackled my hands above my head and used a flogger on me. But this was on a different level. For the next day he whipped my ass, my pussy, my tits, and **** me to service him and the woman. By the time the weekend ended, I was broken and was obeying his every command." She explained.

The next day, Monday, the woman left and I was left alone with him. I wanted to tell him how much I hated everything that had happened, but as soon as I opened my mouth, he gagged me." She stopped and grabbed her napkin and wiped her eyes.

The next two weeks were probably the hardest two weeks in my life. He kept me in a constant state of **** arousal or **** pain. By the time it was over, I was almost out of my mind. I wasn't allowed to wear clothes and I was constantly in some form of bondage. At the end of the two weeks, the woman returned for another weekend. This time I offered no resistance and did exactly as I was told." She finished.

"Wow I'm surprised you are here with me and helping me learn to be her master." I said.

Sally sat there for several minutes. She appeared to be in deep thought. I think I was waiting for her to answer, but it might have been because I was afraid I had opened old wounds.

Finally, Sally looked at me and, in a voice, barely over a whisper said, "I know I said it was the worst two weeks of my life, but it was also the best."

My mouth dropped as I heard her comment. I was speechless. I didn't know how to respond, so I sat there silent.

"I can't explain why, but sometime during those two god awful weeks, the pain and pleasure merged into one unexplainable happening. One minute I was begging for him to stop, the next I was begging him to do it harder. I began to crave his attention, to please him in any way he desired. I needed to feel his praise one minute, and his whip the next." She stopped and started to cry softly.

I reached out and held her hand. We sat there for a few minutes until the food arrived. We ate in silence as both of us were digesting what had just happened. When we finished and the waitress took our dishes, Sally looked at me and smiled. "So, I guess we're even now. You told me your secret life as an owner of a **** and porn writer, and I told you how I was a ****." She said and grabbed my hand again and squeezed.

I smiled back and pulled her hand to my mouth and kissed the back of her hand. "We all need friends we can share secrets with. I'm glad it's you."