MisterHush(dom male)
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5 years ago •
Mar 5, 2019
5 years ago •
Mar 5, 2019
I actually had a very organic introduction to the life.
I was always very introverted and found it hard to relate to people. I was reading at a college level in 5th grade, so none of the people my age seemed as mature. But I wanted to relate to people and have friends. A lot of the time I'd fail to connect and be labeled the "Weirdo" of the group. I'd make sudden jokes and plays on words because I found what right triggers to hit within a group. So, I applied the same to acquiring friends, then hung out, and as I grew older, I wanted to have a sexy girlfriend.
So, I chose ones that I knew and I had adequately impressed. Then I'd compliment them, give them advice in life, and make them see me as a romantic possibility. When we'd go on a date, I'd take them to the theatre. Some Romance or the like. When the movie hit the scene where the two protagonists finally start admitting their love, I'd hold their hands. Then I'd listen to their breathing for when they're adequately feeling infatuation.
I'd lean over, they'd usually bite their lip, wondering if I'm going for a kiss. But no, I'd whisper in their ear my favorite saying "I want to tell you a story..." If they were receptive, I'd continue. I'd tell them about how I saw them: Glorious, beautiful, and somehow distant. The reason I had taken them out was because I was so drawn to them and needed to see more of who they really were. Not just their public face. And I'd start the story of some party we both went to, or some Christmas gift I had given was perfect for them because I knew this or that about their personality. And then, I'd tell them of how much I wanted to do more, I'd use very descriptive but polite terms and soon, I'd be describing how we would make love.
By now, I'm feeling their pulse race in the hand I'm holding. They're breathing starts to get heavy and they shudder like theyre suddenly cold. And I'd say "Ssssh, Dont make a sound and I'll tell you more." About then, they cover their mouths and lean in closer so I can finish my story. (In most cases, so they could finish too). After some years I entered the work force and the rumor mill did the job. Soon, I had women asking me out, then some would ask me for a story, and by the end of it I'd instruct them on what to do next.
I was always faithful, only one woman at a time, and honest with all of them. My one rule was that they dont talk about me in public. I'm a private person. I dont apologize for who I am and frankly, the number one thing guys ask me is to teach them how to do it too. So, at this particular Job, they were nice enough to keep it to themselves. After a year I start hearing them giggle to each other about Mr. Hush. About how that shipping clerk has a "huge dick but cant tell a story like.... Mr Hush". The assigned codename they had given.
I only started identifying as a Dom when I met someone who was a sub. She asked to serve me and we had a lot of fun nights. She'd explain the intricacies of her mindset and I'd explain how I saw the world. I was still young (Around 21) and her parents were still very controlling. They didnt like me much because I didnt go to college and that was that.
I suppose I still use the name because to me something IS before it's ASSIGNED a name. A concept before it's a thing. Or maybe it reminds me of a simpler time with the best sub I've ever had. Who can tell?
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