First thoughts

Desdemona said:

The first time is always special. When he started spanking me, all I could think was: finally.

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I find first thoughts and first impressions interesting. Des makes me wish I had quizzed the freshly spanked virgin asses I have had the privilege of swatting.


Any other first thoughts about anything?

The first time I was in a spreader bar it gave me such a feeling of relief, like I was getting a fix I hadn't even known I'd needed.

spreader bars. Don't leave home without them.

the first time i asked Miss Holly to tie me up...

She smiled and said, sure. i had the most beautific smile on my face.

once she tied me down, all i could do was smile, and think to myself, this is what i've been looking for for years

I remember my first real spanking. I soaked his thigh, and almost cryed when I came... it was so beautiful.

first thoughts

When we first got together and I undresssed, nervous but excited... and he walked around me, smiling, barely touching and told me I was more beautiful... I stood in present stance and we connected and I felt his pride... and glowed...

The only word I can think of to describe my first thoughts...

DEVILISH. I felt devilish.

No guilt, no feeling badly for what was happening. Amazement at how he accepted my needs. And i remember thinking...now this is how its supposed to be. Tears,tears,and more tears...and not sad ones, i guess i would say they were sort of thankful ones.

I'm glad I made you think.

It's not necessarily just the "virgin" first time. The first time in a new relationship is special in it's own way.

When Snooze and I got together, I had played with others. Some of the things we did (and still do) were things I had done before. But.... the difference was Snooze. He earned a level of trust that I had never given before. That trust intensified everything. With him, it felt brand new and my eyes were opened to new levels of sensation and emotion. I'd love to be able to tell you what I thought during our first intense scene but all I remember is being incoherent with pleasure and feeling like I was flying.

Me, in newish high-heeled maryjanes in a hotel room. Fully clothed punk princess and naked biznissman, face at maryjanes, kissing, licking, tonguepolishing.

I could feel tongue and hot breath through the leather.

I could only wonder how I'd waited so long to be doing what I was always meant to be doing.