In the latter part of 1997 into the beginning of 1998 I discovered just how powerful the written word was. When I read the words in chat rooms, "bound, blindfold, spank, dripping hot candle wax, four pointed"(yesss), my body would react with dry mouth, shaking hands, hard nipples, heat rising up my back and my chest, my breathing was shallow almost stopping, the scent of my own sex making it's way into my nostrils. I had to know why.
My biggest mistake was going to Google and typing in "bdsm". I had to weed through a lot of paid video and porn sites to find maybe a few that talked about the lifestyle, but a lot of what I came across was pain, pain, and more pain. I don't like pain in reality, so I gave up the search. I returned to the chat rooms and continued to be turned on and tormented by those words.
In July of 1998 I literaly stumbled upon a bdsm role play chat site. They had beautiful, room related, backgrounds and beautiful fonts. They had lots of informative links, (real information about the lifestyle). The rules were all written in 'goth speak', which added a gothic theme to the site. I was so excited my hands shook as I took my first steps into the "Palace".
I entered the "Tavern". There sat a lone man, the only one in the room. He sat with his chair cocked back and his feet up on the table. He had no idea I was there, because it didn't announce arrivals. All of a sudden he typed,"when pigs fly". Well I just had to reply out of nowhere with, "I once saw a pig fly". Little did I know that that would be the beginning, my first step into a very psychological lifestyle.
For the next three days we were online together as much as was possible. Two strangers playing their role. He introduced me to the people of the Palace, both Dom and sub alike. He announced He was my protector, since we were not a collared couple. They taught me through their role playing how to serve properly and how to show respect. They taught me postures and gave me suggested reading materials, all the while, He, was sitting back watching. Then He would take me into His private room, where I showed Him what I had learned. It went on like that for three intense days of role play.
On the fourth day we met. To anyone in their right mind it was too soon, but we were not in our right minds. We didn't tell anyone we were meeting. (It could have gone very wrong). For my thirty-five minute drive to the meeting place, my mind was swimming with fear and excitement. I pulled into the parking lot and into the spot He told me too, engine off, windows open. It seemed like forever, and almost was, as He was late. In the rear view mirror I saw a car drive by, but I didn't see it pass. He backed into the spot next to me so that our divers windows were even, my first face to face with this handsom man. The moment our eyes locked, mine automaticaly lowered, my first act of submission to Him.
He told me to follow Him and I did, down the street a couple of miles, and into a cemetary. My heart was pounding as He got into my passenger seat. I was so nervous I could barely look at Him. I felt His hand stroke the side of my face and He said, "you are beautiful". He turned my face toward His and began kissing me. My head tilted back as my mouth submitted to His probing tongue. Feeling His hand around my throat, we kissed for many long minutes. I could feel a heat flush my face and chest. My right foot showed my excitement by shaking and wiggling at a very quick pace. He stopped kissing me and said, "my sweet we have to work on that". "Work on what Sir", I replied, breathless from the long kiss. He took my hand and placed it palm down on top of His knee. He told me to tap my index finger on His knee, instead of wiggling my foot. He went back to kissing me and I tapped that finger like crazy on His knee. After a little bit it worked, and my foot stopped wiggling. (To this day, it remains one of my self controls when I get excited or stressed).
It wasn't difficult to fall in love with this stranger, the heat, the passion, the kisses, the unknown yet to happen. We got together in various places five times in those first two weeks.
At the beginning of the third week, He sat me down and placed a document in front of me that He had typed up. It was a contract. The contract listed our commitment of Dom and sub, and each of our responsibilities. There was a space for me to write in a "safe word", a word I could use to stop what was happening that may be too much for me to handle. He told me to read it carefully before signing it. After signing it, He had me kneel before Him. He placed a collar, which He had made, around my neck. I was so overwhelmed by love, and happiness, and belonging, that hot tears trailed down the side of my face. We got together two to three times a week in various secluded and public places. Dining out was always fun, wearing my collar that let everyone know I was His. One time while we were waiting for our server, I leaned forward and mouthed the words, "but Master I'm not wearing panties". Well a man sittting at the table behind Him had also read my lips. His mouth dropped open, his eyes
twinkled, and he blushed as he smiled at me. (that so made my nipples hard).
While I won't go into details of what happened during our times together, there is one time I want to share with you that we will both never forget. We were parked at the rear of a mall parking lot. We were in the back seat of my car. I was wearing a skirt without panties. The only thing I had on above the waist was my collar. We were totally oblivious to what was going on around us. I was face down over Master's lap, so He could spank and play with His fingers inside me. All of a sudden He stopped and had me sit up. By then it had gotten dark outside and there were no other cars in the lot except for a police cruiser and a mall security truck. (We had forgotten that it was a Sunday and the mall closes early). We sat watching as the cruiser drove over and parked in front of my car. He got out and walked around to the passenger side and opened the back door. There sat Master fully clothed and me in just my skirt and collar. The cop smiled and said, "well you look like consenting adults". Then he said, "you should find a better place to park", he gestured toward mall security saying, "These bozos don't have a sense of humor".
It's twenty years later. We are still together, and still very much into public displayes of affection.
