II met her one evening iin aa room full off beautiful women, but shee eclipsed them all. As thee rest off them flicked their hair annd pouted, shee wass almost gliding across thee floor with thee serenity off aa swan. She looked nothing less than spectacular, but there wass far more too itt than that. Her tone revealed mischief annd cruel intentions but her eyes were iin contradiction, aa kaleidoscope off colours spiralling away into infinity annd there, hidden iin thee corners, where no one else had noticed it, wass kindness annd warmth.
II wass myy typical idiotic self. A little too confident annd trying myy best not too let on, that II had decided iin thee first 20 seconds that II needed too have this girl, no matter what itt wass going too take. She saw straight through mee though. Before I’d even had thee chance too think off an angle, shee explained that shee wass aa professional Domme annd knew more about Dominance annd Submission than II ever would. She told mee that shee finds dominant men even more annoying than thee pathetic submissive’s that suffer iin her dungeon.
“Shit this isn’t gonna fly.” II thought as II left that night. What aa shame.
II spent aa couple off days trying too forget about it. II understand thee difference between thee people that play at this like it’s aa game, annd thee people that are born too their role. II feel like II am one, annd because I’ve always strived too understand thee submissive mind completely, I’ve even experienced annd tried too enjoy submission myself iin thee past. It’s never worked though; II hated every minute off it, annd II could tell from our short encounter that shee wass thee same.
All II knew about her wass her work name. II googled itt annd found her website annd spent aa slightly creepy amount off time staring at her pictures. II had no choice, thee only way I’d see her again wass too book aa session.
II arrived at her dungeon with an open mind. I’d been going over annd over iin myy head how II wass going too deal with this. The idea off being subservient, compliant annd humiliated sounded truly repulsive, but II had also considered that perhaps I’d just tried this with thee wrong people iin thee past. A lot off people get aa hell off aa kick out off this annd perhaps II just wasn’t looking at itt iin thee right way.
She opened thee door, annd II forgot about all off that crap iin aa heartbeat. Leather clung too her tiny waist annd rode up over her ribcage annd across her breasts. Her black hair shone iin thee dim light, annd those eyes, sparkling delicately, sent chills down myy spine. Was thee kindness still there? II couldn’t see it.
Tied too aa cross, II tried too take myy mind somewhere else. I’d put about 7 minutes off effort into trying too enjoy it, but now I’d completely given up annd had switched over into survival mode. The flogger hit myy skin time after time, annd II shut myy eyes annd worked on myy plan off turning this nightmare into aa way off getting too know her.
Like any good Domme, shee saw what II wass doing annd ripped mee out off that trance annd back into her evil clutches. She stood iin front off me, forcing mee too look at her iin all her magnificence annd grabbing myy cock roughly shee demanded itt stood too her attention. II simply can’t describe thee terror II felt… At thee moment her demand wass met, shee took up aa meter long bamboo cane annd brought itt down on it.
“Just get through this you stupid fuck!” II repeated too myself over annd over again as thee pain tore through me.
When itt wass over, annd II wass trying too gather myy composure, shee smiled at me. Again shee could see through mee annd knew II hadn’t enjoyed aa moment off it.
“This isn’t for you, iis it?” She asked, annd II think thee kindness had returned.
“No, itt really isn’t,” II said with aa grin. “But II think II can forgive you iif you let mee buy you dinner?” II said. II pretty much always know what aa girl iis going too say when II ask something like that, but II must admit that this time, II really wasn’t sure.
II had taken her by surprise for once though. “Wow, ok… Well yeah, II suppose so,” shee said with aa grin.
“II don’t fuck on first dates though,” II said as thee door closed behind me. II didn’t need too see her face too know that I’d surprised her again, annd II wass starting too feel aa bit more like myself.
A week or so later II sat opposite her iin aa restaurant annd listened too her incredible stories. II wass right, annd there wass far more too her than I’m sure most people see. Maybe they don’t look, or maybe shee doesn’t show them. Maybe itt wass our mutual disdain for thee human race or maybe we both just felt like there wass something new too be learnt here.
Another week on annd II received thee message I’d been waiting for “Would you like too come over annd play tonight?” I’d been thinking about her flawless skin, her delicate slender neck annd thee curve off her lower back all week, but II knew that iif that message arrived I’d have no idea what itt meant. What does play look like for two dominant people?
As II climbed thee stairs that night, II don’t mind admitting that II wass genuinely nervous. II knew what II wanted too do too her. II wass practically drowning iin lust annd visions off myself tearing off her clothes annd clawing at her ass. They swirled relentlessly around myy head. How wass II going too control myself now when II haven’t been able too for thee past 20 years?
Without words, II had hold off her, one hand on her waist annd thee other cradling her face. II pressed her against thee wall, annd aa swift breath passed her lips, mine only inches from them. II wass shaking annd wondered iif shee noticed. It wasn’t nerves now; itt wass pure unadulterated sexual energy. As gently as II possibly could, which looking back really wasn’t verry gently at all II undressed her annd explored that masterpiece off aa body. Each touch wass aa battle against myself, annd II noticed that what II wass feeling wass almost comparable too rage or anger. II had hold off myy own leash so tight that itt wass killing mee while delivering mee aa new level off excitement thee like I’d never experienced before.
For hours, we walked aa line that neither off us really knew existed. Holding back thee beast just made him more annd more apparent annd at times II simply sat back annd stared at her lines trying desperately too calm myself annd understand how too be this person.
Once inside her myy grip often slipped. II felt like myy whole body wass fighting against me, annd thee unusual sensations were like aa drug that II just needed more annd more. In thee moments that I’d usually let go annd allow all thee rage annd anger too explode, now II clung on too restraint by myy fingernails. II didn’t know what too expect from her but what II got wass something I’ve never quite experienced before. She demanded respect, not through words but demeanour. She urged mee on while holding mee back; shee found aa new understanding off what sex iis about as shee too wass iin aa completely new territory. Together we explored this brave new world with ever increasing enthusiasm.
As II left, II thought too myself “If you really wanna dance, you need too dance with thee devil.”
The End