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the journey of a new sub
9/1/2010 7:19 am |
I’m not sure exactly where to start this blog, its been something that I have been wanting to do for a little while, but i haven’t found the right forum…. Until now, anyway. I must firstly apologise because I am new to the BDSM scene and if I use the wrong terminology or talk about things the wrong way then please feel free to educate me, but please do it in a nice way…. Lol. Hmmm…. Maybe I will start by recounting the first experience with my new Dom. I met Sir through another dating website, which while it is designed to allow people to hook up for sex, it is definitely for the more vanilla people. My profile there hints at the fact that I like BDSM and that I’m a submissive female, but it doesn’t spell it out. My personal opinion was that if I put it all out there for everyone to see then I would be overwhelmed with immature idiots thinking that because I’m a submissive female it gives them the right to take advantage of me, without truly understanding the Dom/sub relationship. On the other hand, from the first message it was clear that my Sir had read my profile and realised what I was looking for. From there we began a courtship of emails discussing previous experiences, likes and dislikes and boundaries. We quickly discovered that we were very compatible in the bedroom and were soon after discussing things on the phone. The first thing I noticed in our phone conversations was his eloquent and sophisticated voice, he spoke like a gentleman and never raised his voice once; it was a smooth and sultry baritone, which made me feel comfortable, but which I knew could also make my heart race and goose bumps stand on my neck as he called me his little bitch. Throughout all of our discussions he emphasised that while he was in control, I still set the limits. He was very receptive to all that I had to offer and all of my concerns and suggested that we start very vanilla until I felt comfortable. As time progressed I realised that I felt comfortable enough with Sir to meet him and have him take total control of the situation. Finally it was the day of our first date. I was extremely nervous, it was the first person I had planned on meeting from the internet with the sole purpose of exploring my submissive nature. We had a arranged a hotel room in the city and had planned to meet for lunch first. I knew the place we were going to was a classy venue, so I wanted to look the part, while still looking sexy for the first time we were going to meet. After much trial and error I decided on a knee length black skirt with black stockings, a yellow singlet top with black lace overlay, with matching gold belt. I’m a fairly tall woman, just shy of 6foot, so decided against heels as it was only lunch and if I wore heels I would probably be taller than Sir. I also made sure I had on matching underwear underneath. It was an electric purple and black set with a push-up bra which gave me just the right amount of cleavage peeping over the top of my singlet, not too slutty, but enough to be distracting. As I arrived at the hotel I checked in my overnight bag as instructed and called Sir to tell him that I had arrived and asked where he would like me to meet him. He surprised me by telling me that he had already seen me get out of my car and that I should meet him in the bar of the hotel. I was instantly off balance, I hadn’t seen him yet, but he had seen me. I assumed it was as I got out of the car and struggled with the wind blowing my hair into my face and tried to get my bag out of the boot. It wasn’t exactly the sexy first impression I wanted to make, but I figured it would have to do. I cant actually remember the first time I laid eyes on him; maybe that’s because I was so nervous I spent 90% of the first 5 minutes looking down or into the glass of champagne he had already bought for me. What I can remember though is walking to the restaurant with his hand resting possessively, but gently only my lower back to point me in the right direction. When we finally sat down opposite each other in the restaurant I got a good chance to study him as we started talking about everyday mundane things. He was older than the usual men I date, and not my usual surfer or footy player type; however I suppose he was going to do a lot more to me that any other man I had ever dated and I intrinsically trusted him more. He had funky square cut glasses and a gorgeous smile with a cheeky laugh to match. He was impeccably dressed in a white collared shirt and black dress pants. As time progressed I started to feel more comfortable. I’m not usually nervous on dates, but I had the worst case of the butterflies and I felt like I was talking too fast and bubbling along about nothing. However, as the champagne started to relax me and I realised that this was the same man who I had spoken to on the phone many times. We ordered food and wine and I thoroughly enjoyed being seduced and romanced by Sir. When I feel comfortable I can be an outrageous flirt and tease and as the conversation turned to naughtier topics I know that I was showing Sir my cheekier side and seeing how he would react. To tell the truth, I cant remember exactly what we spoke of, I can just remember the look of animal hunger in his eyes and how much I wanted to feel his hands on my body and hear him whisper in my ear and call me a dirty slut. I was also apprehensive and nervous about how far he would push my boundaries, but at that point I wanted him and that was the primary thought in my mind. Our first kiss was in the lift on the way up to the room. What started as a gentle soft interlocking of lips soon had his hands tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck as I felt his tongue exploring my mouth and then felt him firmly nibbling on my bottom lip. The kiss ended abruptly as the lift stopped at our floor. I felt like I wanted to melt, and it had only been a kiss. Sir asked me to have a shower first, he watched me undress and as I slipped off my clothes I felt all of my nerves come rushing back again. While I am happy with my body and feel comfortable in my own skin, it is still intimidating and confronting to be naked in front of someone for the first time. This was exacerbated as I felt his eyes roaming over my body, I felt like I was under inspection and if he didn’t like what he saw he wouldn’t take me as his sub. As I stood there naked looking down at my feet I saw his black dress shoes come into my vision and he firmly grabbed my chin and lifted my face up to look at me. All of my concerns faded away as his kissed my lips and took up where he had left off in the elevator. As his lips caressed mine I felt my breath being stolen away and felt his hand slide down between my thighs and for the first time I felt his hand between the lips of my pussy. I was surprised that he already found me moist. I think the anticipation during lunch and the hunger I felt in two kisses had made me want him even more than I had imagined. As he stopped kissing me he placed his wet finger on my pursed lips and I darted my tongue around it, licking my salty wetness from him. He then turned me around and patted me gently on my left ass cheek, ‘Have a shower first, baby, then we can get to other things. And when you get out, you will find your outfit on the bed. I’m going downstairs for a smoke, when I come back I expect you to be dressed and ready.’ I hurried to prepare for Sir, I couldn’t imagine what outfit he had provided me to wear, I was hoping it wasn’t a corset as I didn’t think I would be able to do it up by myself. After I had dried myself I wrapped myself in the big fluffy white towel and padded out to the lounge room/bedroom area. On the bed was a leather g-string with silver zip down the front of the crutch to allow Sir easy access to my pink bits. The top he had left for me took me a little bit more time to work out. It was a multitude of leather straps with chrome buckles and press-studs. After fidgeting with it for a few moments I realised it was similar to a halter neck bikini top, but only had straps to go under and around my breasts, but left my breasts totally exposed. The press-studs allowed me to completely adjust it to fit perfectly around my C-sized tits, lifting them up and pushing them out. The chrome studs perfectly matched the silver bar which transacted my left nipple. Once I was done I sat cross-legged in the middle of the four-poster queen size bed to wait. I didn’t have to wait long, two minutes later I heard the click of the electric key and Sir walked back into the room. Well this story has turned out to be longer than I expected, so I will have to finish it shortly. If anyone actually reads this and has any comments, then please feel free to share them. xoxox Nightshade |
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9/9/2010 8:42 pm |
Sounds very very exciting... I cannot wait to read part 2...
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