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stripes.
    I remember one night when, laughing like
teenagers, we took my Humvee out to Malibu and made out in the
backseat. The moon turned the sand on the beach a kind of
violet-gray, and the swells and waves had a phosphorescence that,
to this day, seven years later, I remember associated with Margery.
That night washed away the last pangs of my doubts about finding a
mentally-healthy masochist.
    We fought our way around the seats until I
could position us with her on hands and knees with me, pants around
my ankles, fucking her from behind. It was rough, uncouth,
incredibly exciting seeing her there. I'd put clamps on her nipples
as we'd begun, and I heard them scraping against the leather seat
with each thrust of my hips against her. Her moans and little cries
of pain and pleasure drove me wild. There was a potent scent, a mix
of leather seats, Malibu surf, and the compelling odor of sex in
the car. My erection lasted a long time that night, the minutes
counted out by each wave splashing on the sand. I finally
ejaculated and I felt like king of the world. Margery was my
concubine. Mine.
    The feeling of possessiveness was powerful
and made me want to pound my chest like a gorilla displaying his
prowess.
    It was idyllic for a while, but Margery
started clinging a little. Her submissiveness turned into something
more cloying and smothering. And just as I decided to talk to her
about it, she said that she wanted to have children together. I
knew it had to end. After experiencing the tragedy of my baby
sister's long fall into torment, there was no way I could attach
myself to another person that way. It was too much. What if
something happened to a child of mine? No amount of self-discipline
would be enough to prevent me from tearing the world apart.
    I couldn't go there. Margery was nearing
thirty-five and so was I. She had to act now to satisfy her
biological clock. And even if we'd continued on without procreating
in the usual way, she'd have wanted to adopt children. I was
adamant that I didn't want that kind of responsibility and
vulnerability.
    We didn't have a big fight. We simply
stopped seeing each other. It was amicable, as far as such things
can be said to be.
    I drifted emotionally for a time, and then I
met Renee. Beautiful, sensual, submissive and masochistic Renee.
She was twenty-three when we met. I worried about our age
difference at first—after all, I was in my mid-thirties—but after a
while, I realized that we were so compatible that the relationship
was timeless; age didn't matter.
    When I first met her, she'd had some
experience with BDSM, but nothing particularly organized. She had
little self-control and a tendency toward a hot temper—a redhead's
curse, I suppose. But the first night, I tested her masochism and
was greatly rewarded. She came with my hands on her, giving her
pain, hurting her sexually. And Renee was—and remains—beautiful.
She has long red hair and blue eyes that sparkle with intelligence.
She knew what she was getting into with me and she went for it
eagerly. I waited a little while before getting her in bed. I
wanted to exert self-control and test her a little more before I
took that step. She was not a one-night-stand quality woman. There
was much more to be had from Renee and I wanted to explore that
leisurely.
    Once in bed, though, she was totally
submissive. She had already begun calling me "sir" and "master" and
as I tortured her nipples and clit our first night in bed, she
begged for more. I think she needed the extra stimulus, much like
Margery did, and she was willing to pay for that with submission. I
also think she realized that she could learn something from me
about the mastery of one's self and one's impulses, but it took me
a while to be willing to truly teach her.
    My methods were simple. If she misbehaved,
she was punished. Usually, those punishments were non-sexual. I
might deny her things she liked, such as her morning coffee (the
denial gave her a caffeine