The Dominant

A website hook up, I met him in Brighton for lunch and he brought out the sub in me. Can’t say why…maybe it was just a desire to let go and the need not to come up with creative play ideas.

We agreed I’d go to his place to play, he has allsorts of yummy latex to play with. Once again I had my safety calls in place, but I had a feeling I wouldn’t need them. I was right. He was a total gentleman except of course when he had me sat in his lap, his fingers on my clit and other hand across my mouth giving me a taste of breath play. Or when I was spread eagled on his latex covered bed tied down so I couldn’t get away from the vibrator he was using to tease me until I was having trouble drawing breath. Then there was the time I was laying on the bed with my head hanging over the side with his cock pumping in and out of my mouth.

I’ll miss him

Breathless

Wearing latex is a hot old business especially when you don’t have air-conditioning. Thank goodness I do now, because Rubbermaid came round again and proved once again why I keep inviting him back.

Hooking his arms around my legs and pushing me front first onto the bed, legs spread, immobilised, he proceeded to strum me until I could barely breathe, let alone move.



Not very Dominant I know, but it was his turn in charge.

Short, but not so Curly

Yesterday I had my head shaved for The Worlds Greatest Shave at noon. At half past I was meeting a first date. Turns out, being a military man he’s kinda partial to a lady with short hair.

It was a very lovely day. We chatted, ate Chinese food, shopped a little and drank Mango smoothies. The fun was only mildly diluted by the oppressive humidity giving me a severe case of shiny face and later mild sunstroke.

But, if I’m five foot five and he’s five ten, how come I could see the top of his head for much of the time we were together?

PS. He loved his lippy!

Remote Domination

I’ve had a desire to be submissive for quite some time. I think this comes from trying out most play on myself before I use it on another. I’ve wrapped myself in cling film (glad-wrap) bound my breasts, used spreader bars, used a riding crop, flogger and paddle on my backside, I’ve also dripped candle wax on my thigh and belly to mention just a few. But although I get an idea of what these ‘feel’ like I’ve never really had the feeling of being truly submissive.

Last night I got my first taste. A while ago I met a Dominant man on the internet. We’ve emailed and chatted online. Last night I called him after I sent him a picture of my legs bound in bondage tape while I was wearing stilettos.

He told me to call him Master, so I did, with difficulty at first. He told me attach the collar I had recently purchased to the bondage tape around my knees, which I did. Then he told me to stand up. This action lead me be bent over with backside in the air. He told me to touch myself, through the gag I was wearing (at his instruction) I told him my knees where too tightly together. He told me to push my hand in. I did…I was wetter than I had been for a very long time. After I failed to call him Master he told me he wanted to hear me spank myself. He heard it and told me I had been a good girl and that I could sit down again.

He rang off after only twenty minutes…and I know knew what it felt like to be sub. Will I cope as well in person?