Again with the not listening. I'm not gonna call anyone out, but what about my last post made you think for one minute that I would respond to the question, "Will you be my Mistress?" favorably? Are you out of your gourd? I am a submissive bordline slave. Why would you want me as a Mistress? I would be terrible, and not in the good fun way.
( Yes, I do understand that by calling someone out is just fulfilling thier need for attention. Sometimes, slightest tap will get you through to the end, sometimes.)
Putting all that behind us, I think I should tell you about my first and only Dom. I was in college, and I met this guy in a D/s chat room. I'm 20 years old, and interestingly enough still a virgin. I shit you not. I'd given blowjobs and handjobs, but I'd never been penetrated before Him. So I'm in the chat room just seeing what I can see, picking up proper protocols from interactions, and He messages me.
I check him out. No picture; He's 56. My own father is younger. Yet the way he spoke to me, like I was a woman and one of equal intelligence. He paid attention to me; he taught me things, things no college boy would teach me. I was in love with the idea of being his. It didn't matter that he was nothing much to look at. He had the aura.
This Master, He was the kindest man in the world, and He was so patient with me. For my entire freshman year and half my sophomore we laughed and played. He trained me on how to be His. Spring break came and I flew all the way from Charlotte to Santa Fe to spend an entire week with him.
I know what you're thinking. This couldve gone wrong in so many ways. He could have been a serial killer, a slave trafficker, anything, but He wasn't. He was my Master waiting with his video camera as I walked off the plane.
He picked up my bag like a gentleman from the carousel and escorted me to his jeep, where he first took care of the baggage and then boosting me up into the seat slipping his middle finger straight up my cunt to check and see if I'd worn no panties and if I'd shaved His pussy for him under the nearly indecent skirt he had me fly in. He buckled me in and shut the door. On our way to the hotel, He ordered me to lift my skirt, putting my wet pussy on display and He played with me while stopped at red lights, the truckers egging him on with blasts of thier horns.
When we got in the room, He had me immediately kneel and collared me. I was expecting him to test me first, but he was so hungry for me that he couldn't wait. He lifted his cock from his jeans and without being told I sucked, as hungry for him as he was for me. He spent the next three days using every single hole he wanted, waking me in the middle of the night and taking me. I almost had an orgasm.
When I left I had a beautiful collar and some wonderful memories, but he didn't want me anymore. He wanted my virginity, all of it. I was glad to give it to him. Even though I didn't climax, I had a wonderful time.
Gods, even my first time sounds like a pity screw.