This is a guest post from Kimberly Montgomery, an avie in Second Life.  

As a profession, I am a bartender. I serve. I serve the public what they desire. I stand behind a bar, anticipating what they crave. Ultimately for them it is to sit, watch an hour of TV and drink whatever beverage they find appealing. On Monday, an unusual day for me to work, I was sitting at the bar alone. So alone, that I grabbed the book I had brought and sat on the stool. The book in front of me was half way done. Relaxed upon the stool, I began to read. I had gotten myself to almost the end, ten pages to go, when a customer finally walked in. (That was how slow I was, and how alone, hours had gone by without a sighting of another human being). I thought I would be able to finish the book. But it was not to happen, yet.

He was silver haired, nice looking, near his late sixties or early seventies. His body showed that in his youth he would be the man who would pull the women’s attention. As it did for me at that particular moment. He was barreled chested, had a lean waist and lean hips. I walked over to him, placing my hands upon the bar. “How can I help you?” For a moment, our eyes met, and I had this incredible urge to lower mine to the ground. Trained very well over these past twenty years as a bartender, I stared back. Oh it was hard, but I did. He placed his order.

After bringing him the Labatt Blue, he ordered, I once again sat at my stool. Only he and I were in the bar, watching the movie Bull Durham. If anyone has ever seen this movie, it has parts within it, which shows the actress or actor, tied to the bed posts. The first time it happened, he didn’t notice. I on the other hand did, and felt a moment of panic. Should I leave this movie on or should I change it? I am in a public venue. Throwing caution to the wind, I left it on.

He and I talked, for several minutes. Going through the pleasantries, of how are you, etc, I became aware that his wife had gone through surgery and on his way home from the hospital he stopped in. He was thirsty, and decided to come into my bar. After the pleasantries were disposed, we both started to watch the movie. He was drinking his beer and I happened to be keeping one eye on the book, and the other on the screen when I realized that the lead actress was once again, tied to the bed post. I groaned inwardly, but before I could react to this new development, he rose rather quickly, and he said to me, “I have to go, watching this makes me sad.” Bewildered, not expecting the response I had received, I asked him simply, “Why?” Eyes twinkling with mirth and a bit of something I could not identify, he looked at me. My eyes dropped suddenly, with no will of their own, as he said, “My brother used to laugh at me when I was younger.” He paused for a moment, and then looked at me once again, as I asked “why”. “Well, you see, I would keep a black bag in trunk of my car. Within this black bag, was a blindfold, handcuffs and soft rope.” The emphasis was placed upon the word soft. Uncontrollably, my body responded to his words. Yet I became sad at the same time, as he continued to tell me his tale. “I would love to tie the ladies up!” His smile widened and then he winked at me. “And sometimes, I didn’t mind being tied up myself!” He thanked me for my services and began to leave. Before he left I asked him to come back again. Part was normal courtesy, the other was pure curiosity. All I could think of was the stories this man could tell.

I was thunderstruck. The main emotion that I felt was sadness. The look in his eyes was one of pure longing. It was a look of, “If I could go back in time, I would relive those moments of pure pleasure.” To also hold within his hands the warm flesh of a woman, and tie around her the soft rope that he spoke of. For me it was a moment in time, when I realized mortality, mine and those around me. That the pleasures of now, will become the pleasures of “once I did” and that alone made me the saddest.

Did I meet a retired Dom? One retired only because of time, not because of lack of desire? I truly believe that I did, and simply because my eyes lowered, my body reacted, and my mind reeled from the wonder of it all. I am still so stunned by this unexpected visit.

Today is Tuesday, and around four this afternoon, he returned. Ordering the same beer he had yesterday. Unfortunately I was unable to have any private conversations with him, to do the volume of customers. When he left he smiled, and said he would be back. I will keep you posted if he does.

((The bar that I work at is located in a small, rural area of PA. For this experience to even happen is astounding. I am not saying that the lifestyle is not located here in my small city, but at the same time I am always awestruck when I find one like me! )

 

-Veyron