cymbidia
unrepentant pervert
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- Mar 8, 2001
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Last Monday evening around dinnertime and quite on the spur of the moment, i decided to drive for an hour in one direction to meet a potential Dom who would drive for an hour from another direction so we could meet in person and talk awhile.
No touching.
Nothing sexual.
Just talk to see if our interests actually coincided, as they seemed to.
I got into my car and headed out of town. About 10 minutes into the drive i realized that i needed what BDSM'ers refer to as a "safe call". (That's someone who knows where we're going and whom we'll be meeting, and has the duty to call us during the meeting at a particular time to insure all is well. This call works to protect both sub and Dom/me from any potentially scary accusations or real trouble if always used.)
Anyway, i needed a safe call cuz i was going to meet with someone i really didn't know that well, had never met f2f before, and we were going to go get a coke and just talk - probably in a somewhat secluded area. (Out loud and public discussions of BDSM principles and experiences tend to shock that cute couple sitting at the next table and serve to inhibit us in our getting-to-know-you phase.)
I dug out my phone and called Risia.
Busy.
Busy.
Busy.
Busy.
Busy.
Busy.
Busy.
Busy.
Busy.
Busy.
Busy.
Busy.
FUCK! i screamed out loud in my car. Isn't she ever offline? (She and i have a system all worked out, btw, and i just didn't have her cell # with me, only her land line. I blew it, not her.)
I was a half hour from the meeting site.
I decided to call Ruby, the only other Lit member whose number had programmed into my cell.
No answer.
No answer.
No answer.
Risia.
Busy.
Busy.
Busy.
Ruby.
No answer.
No answer.
No answer.
Risia.
Busy.
Ruby.
No answer.
Risia.
Busy
Ruby.
No answer.
FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!
15 minutes from the meeting place and i was late. I didn't think he would be. I detest being late; it stresses me out.
Risia.
Busy.
Ruby.
No answer.
10 minutes.
I called my mother.
I had to tell my mother (i came out to her about being a masosub last summer so at least this wasn't a total shock to her) what i was doing and ask her to give me a call at 8:30, an hour into our meeting. She, having been invited into my life, wanted some details. Tomorrow, i promised her, as the lights of the town in which we were to meet came into view. Gotta go. Love you Mom. Thanks.
We met, this unknown but interesting Dom and i. Precisely at 8:30 my mother did the safe call. She grilled me, him listening to my side with amusement. Then she wanted to talk to him. I do *not* know what she said to him, and i didn't ask, but i finally said loudly, for her benefit, that it was time to say goodbye now.
Nothing will come of things between that Dom and me; we aren't well matched. However, i've now got every phone number from every Lit friend i have programmed into my cell phone. Yes, including both of Risia's numbers.
I'm not going to use my mother as a safe call again. It was... humiliating, and there's some stuff one doesn't really want to tal about with one's mother, you know? I told Risia it was all her fault i had to use my mother as a safe call, too, and she felt bad (for about three seconds).
The things one has to do to practice (potentially) safe sex these days...

No touching.
Nothing sexual.
Just talk to see if our interests actually coincided, as they seemed to.
I got into my car and headed out of town. About 10 minutes into the drive i realized that i needed what BDSM'ers refer to as a "safe call". (That's someone who knows where we're going and whom we'll be meeting, and has the duty to call us during the meeting at a particular time to insure all is well. This call works to protect both sub and Dom/me from any potentially scary accusations or real trouble if always used.)
Anyway, i needed a safe call cuz i was going to meet with someone i really didn't know that well, had never met f2f before, and we were going to go get a coke and just talk - probably in a somewhat secluded area. (Out loud and public discussions of BDSM principles and experiences tend to shock that cute couple sitting at the next table and serve to inhibit us in our getting-to-know-you phase.)
I dug out my phone and called Risia.
Busy.
Busy.
Busy.
Busy.
Busy.
Busy.
Busy.
Busy.
Busy.
Busy.
Busy.
Busy.
FUCK! i screamed out loud in my car. Isn't she ever offline? (She and i have a system all worked out, btw, and i just didn't have her cell # with me, only her land line. I blew it, not her.)
I was a half hour from the meeting site.
I decided to call Ruby, the only other Lit member whose number had programmed into my cell.
No answer.
No answer.
No answer.
Risia.
Busy.
Busy.
Busy.
Ruby.
No answer.
No answer.
No answer.
Risia.
Busy.
Ruby.
No answer.
Risia.
Busy
Ruby.
No answer.
FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!
15 minutes from the meeting place and i was late. I didn't think he would be. I detest being late; it stresses me out.
Risia.
Busy.
Ruby.
No answer.
10 minutes.
I called my mother.
I had to tell my mother (i came out to her about being a masosub last summer so at least this wasn't a total shock to her) what i was doing and ask her to give me a call at 8:30, an hour into our meeting. She, having been invited into my life, wanted some details. Tomorrow, i promised her, as the lights of the town in which we were to meet came into view. Gotta go. Love you Mom. Thanks.
We met, this unknown but interesting Dom and i. Precisely at 8:30 my mother did the safe call. She grilled me, him listening to my side with amusement. Then she wanted to talk to him. I do *not* know what she said to him, and i didn't ask, but i finally said loudly, for her benefit, that it was time to say goodbye now.
Nothing will come of things between that Dom and me; we aren't well matched. However, i've now got every phone number from every Lit friend i have programmed into my cell phone. Yes, including both of Risia's numbers.
I'm not going to use my mother as a safe call again. It was... humiliating, and there's some stuff one doesn't really want to tal about with one's mother, you know? I told Risia it was all her fault i had to use my mother as a safe call, too, and she felt bad (for about three seconds).
The things one has to do to practice (potentially) safe sex these days...