Chapter 3: A Badge, Bottles, And A Box

Meeting people through an online dating service is a risky business. Coming off a 15-year marriage, I certainly wasn’t looking to fall in love – I was just trying to have a little fun. I was very careful with whom I communicated and even more cautious about who I was willing to meet in person. More importantly, I had an 8-year-old son to think about and was not about to parade men in and out of Brian’s life. Bill was the only person I met online I ever introduced my son to during the six months I used the service.

Bill gave me no cause for concern about a criminal background or a hidden drug problem when he revealed he spent 25 years in law enforcement, served on the SWAT team for 20, and retired a Commander. He was financially secure, owned his own home that he kept in immaculate condition, was a father of two successful daughters, and was working on a second career with one of the state’s largest employers. His organized and responsible life, only intensified the attraction I was developing for him.

Within a short time after we met, Bill invited me to spend a week at his house while Brian was with his dad. I worked remote so I would spend the day working at Bill’s kitchen table while he commuted downtown. Bill gave me the use of a closet and the extra medicine cabinet in his master bathroom to store some personal items. On the top shelf of the medicine cabinet, there was a collection of nail polish and a tube of lipstick. Naturally, I assumed they were left behind by his previous girlfriend with whom he said he had broken up several months prior. I thought it odd there would be so many bottles of polish as the only effects she would leave behind, but I shrugged it off without comment or question to Bill. It was none of my business.

The second morning of my stay before Bill left for work, he invited me to check out the contents of a box he kept in his top dresser drawer. He didn’t offer any details and I didn’t ask any questions. Even though I was going to spend time at his house alone, the only drawers I felt comfortable opening were in the kitchen. I forgot all about the invitation to look in the box.

During dinner, Bill nervously asked if I had checked out the box, to which I replied no and explained I wasn’t comfortable opening his drawers. For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what could be in that box that was so important he kept bringing it up.  It made me not want to know what was inside.

Bill led me to the bedroom and placed the plain, cardboard box on the bed and told me to open it as he took a step back to watch from behind. The contents were an assortment of clothing – underwear mostly but not the type Bill had been wearing. This collection was different.  These items were colorful and flamboyant with lace, bows, and red hearts to give them a distinct silky, feminine look and feel. The one item that stuck out from the rest was a flimsy, white kind of thong with silver sequins sewed on the front panel. Another was a short brief style but made out of see-through hot pink mesh material.

I knew Bill had some unusual sexual fetishes and liked being a “sub,” but seeing this feminine underwear was still surprising. Bill was watching me intently, but my back was still toward him so he couldn’t see my furrowed brow as I tried to make sense of what this meant. Bill asked what I thought, and the only safe thing for me to say at that point was why it was hidden in a box, to which he replied it was to keep them from the prying eyes of his youngest daughter or housekeeper. He also volunteered that he liked to wear them because they made him feel sexy.

When I didn’t react with shock or laughter, he asked me if there was anything that I wanted him to try on. I felt awkward, not sure how to respond to the confusion I was feeling. I picked up the white thong with silver sequins, and Bill took that as my selection. Later, when he came out of the bathroom with nothing on but his silver sequined thong, I wasn’t sure what to make of it, but I played along with the show.

This was the first introduction to a much deeper appetite for role play that would become the mainstay of our sexual relationship for the next several years. That night, I noticed something slightly different in Bill during sex that I hadn’t felt or seen before.  He was getting close to being in his true element. But there was more – much more.