I finally pulled up to the curb in front of the house and heard music coming from the garage. The door was locked, so I walked around the house and le...t myself in through the broken back door. John had gotten drunk and lost his key a few weeks ago. I think that may have had something to do with his wife leaving. I walked through the poorly kept house, crap was thrown over everything, and the music got louder the closer I got to the garage. When I opened the door to the garage, the scene inside. On day that all changed.Master Marks message just said "Mark, special interests" I was intrigued and sent a voice message to ask what particularly he was into. His response scared and excited me both at the same time, he said he was a dominant man into humiliating guys with bondage, spanking, tit torture in fact all round BDSM. I had been wankimg to BDSM for for some weeks, and was thrilled at the chance to be used by a Dom. I was also terrified, what if I didn't enjoy it? What if I wanted him. What happened that night was not of his making. I should also explain Annie and I, both in our 50s, had crossed the line in our marriage several times before and what happened next was not new for us.After a shower, a simple meal and a couple of bottles of wine, we all sat by the open fire, talking about anything and everything. Willi and I sat on the long lounge while Annie, now really chirpy with the wine and the company, sat cross-legged on the floor in front of Willi. Her white satin. It couldn’t be simpler.Mr. Latimer proved to be a charming old gentleman, nothing like the creepy guy I’d imagined. He welcomed us into his house and bustled around, bringing tea and biscuits from the kitchen. He sat down and chatted with us about the weather, about our studies, and about our interests. It was like visiting an elderly relative.He stood up, excused himself, and disappeared into a back room. I glanced at Brenda and raised an eyebrow. Brenda nodded.He came back wearing only a.