mrJohnJones
Really Really Experienced
- Joined
- Nov 23, 2005
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Gentle, respectful sub looking for an online relationship to start, possibly to extend beyond.
Also an author. Working on getting my stories posted here. Please mail for more info.
Here is an excerpt from a new story I'm currently working on.
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“Ah! So you’re here looking for a Domme!” she quipped.
I flinched at her question, but replied “Well, I’m visiting. I used
to come here often. If I happen to meet a Domme, I may be….”
“That’s cool!” she interrupted, “I usually don’t see too many uncollared
subs in these place. Not that we come to these places often. I
don’t think we come often enough., well I don’t come along often enough
anyway. Sometimes Mistress will take one of the others. But I really
don’t mind too much because we can find other things to do or Mistress
will give us things to do while she’s gone. I…” She stopped for a
second, blushed again, realizing she was rambling. “Sorry. Mistress
says I go on and on too much.”
I laughed. “It’s ok, you’re cute and I like talking to you.”
Her eyes lit up and she blushed again. “So how old are you, may I ask?”
“I’m 23.” I replied.
“One year older than me!” she smiled again. “Do you live in Chicago?” she asked.
“You ARE full of questions, aren’t you?” I replied.
She got a look of apprehension on her face. “Oh, I’m not being too nosy, am I?”
I laughed again. “No, just teasing. I live in the Southwest Suburbs” I said.
“Our house is in the Southwest suburbs!” she said almost bouncing on the
couch, “What do you do for a living?” she asked.
“I work on computers.” I replied.
“Nice!” she said. She sat quietly for a moment “Excuse me! I’ll be right back!”
She got up and headed toward one of the playrooms. I turned back to look at the
Domme of my dreams, but she was gone from the bar. I looked around but didn’t
see her. I’d hoped she hadn’t left. In the back of my mind, I seriously doubted
she would accept me, anyway. Not necessarily because of my looks, because I was
an athletic young guy, but because of my limits. After being turned down on a
few occasions and released twice, I was used to rejection, but I enjoyed the club,
just because of the D/s and BDSM atmosphere, and the occasional invitation to play.
I sat back on the couch, took a deep breath, put my head back and enjoyed the view.
“Hi again!” This time she came over from the back of the couch next to me and
bounced on the seat. She startled me again.
“Well hello again!” I laughed.
She looked down and bit her lip as if she was nervous. “I asked my Mistress to
come and meet you. I hope you don’t mind!”
“Of course not!” I replied. It would be interesting to see who owned this little
hand grenade waiting for a place to explode.
She jumped to her feet. “Here she comes already… that was fast…”
I stood to my feet. I couldn’t believe it. The Domme approaching us from the
play room was the one I was admiring; her hips swaying gracefully as she grew
closer. I lowered my eyes to the floor.
I could hear her heels click on the linoleum as she came nearer to us. She
stopped in front of me, standing silently. I could see her stockings and red
shoes, one turned outward slightly. I waited for permission to speak.
“Hmmmmmmm….” She said, and began walking around me. She finished her walk
around and stopped again. “Hello, love. What’s your name?”
“Devoue, My Lady, most call me Dev.” I said quietly. She put her fingernails
under my chin and raised my head.
“You may look at me when I’m talking to you. I prefer it” she said calmly.
I looked up and into her eyes. They were so dark and deep that I felt as if
my soul had been drawn into them in the single glance. I went weak. In seconds
that small Domme smile appeared on her face. She knew I was under her control
already, simply with her eyes.
She moved very close, her head tilting forward slowly, looking down into my
eyes as I stood transfixed on hers. She moved her hand from under my chin,
placed her nails gently behind my ear and dragged her nails down my neck, across
and up behind the other ear. This sensation combined with her sensual,
controlling stare made me draw a slow deep breath. Her perfume filled
my nostrils, only adding to her control. I began to tremble.
She smiled wider. “Amusing, love. Do you know what Devoue, means in French?”
Her breath was minty and cool. I almost whispered, a combination of my fear,
her control and her closeness. “No, My Lady, I don’t”. I actually never knew
it meant anything.
She brushed the back of her hand against my cheek lightly. “It means “dutiful”,
love; Obedient, compliant, loyal. Is that what you are?”
I swallowed. Her control was incredible. I couldn’t take my eyes off of hers.
“I am, My Lady.” I whispered. She tilted her head slightly and raised an
eyebrow. “Indeed?” she said softly.
She finally broke her stare and I could breathe once more. She searched my
face with her eyes and ran her fingers thought my hair from the temples,
lifting it out to its length behind my head. She let it fall and looked
down the front of me; then looked back into my eyes. Instantly I succumbed
to her stare again. Never had I been taken control of so easily; by any Domme.
She placed her hand into my shirt, the back of it against me and stroked my
chest. Slowly, she moved down and began un-buttoning the rest of the buttons
on my shirt. She stepped back, pulled my shirt open and looked at me a moment,
then stepped up close to my face again.
“You’re very attractive, love. And you have no Mistress?” she asked calmly.
“No, My Lady.” I replied weakly. She smiled again, tilted her head back,
keeping eye contact. “So tell me, love, do you find me attractive?”
It sounded like such a silly question to me, but softly, respectfully, I
replied “Yes, My Lady, I do.”
She smiled wider. “Tell me what you find so enticing about me.” She ordered
gently.
I hesitated. I found EVERYTHING about her enticing. Where would I start?
She sensed the hesitation. Her voice grew firm. In contrast to the calm,
soft voice she was using until then it sent a chill down my spine. “There
are some things I demand from my submissives; two of the most important things,
are honest and expediency. I find when used together, they produce the most
effective results. So answer my question NOW, love”
The response was instant; practically without thought. “Y-Your eyes, My Lady,
I stuttered out.
“And why do you find them enticing?” she asked calmly once more.
I noticed the room had gotten quiet. I knew were being watched. This had
happened before, but somehow this was different. It wasn’t as much D/s play
that was entertaining. They were atching a test. My trembling grew stronger.
I muttered in one word answers, struggling to simply state my feelings, “Deep,
dark, beautiful… controlling” I almost gasped out.
She smiled slightly. “And what else do you find enticing about me?” she asked.
“Your hair, My Lady” I responded quickly.
“And why?” she asked
“Long, dark, wavy and silky, My Lady” I replied.
The smile playing across her lips grew slightly wider. “And what else?”
I realized quickly where the question led. My mind raced. I had to answer
quickly, but how could I say what I intended without being offensive? The
silence was deafening. The only thing left was her… that was it…
“Your figure, My Lady” I said exhaling.
Then, as I saw her smile grow very wide, I realized I had only opened myself
up to much more explanation than I had intended. She gently placed the back
of her hand against my cheek and began brushing softly.
“And what is it…” she hesitated deliberately, as if she knew what I was
thinking; she knew, that I knew I would be trapped. “…that you find…
enticing… about my figure?”
I swallowed hard. My ears were burning, my face and neck went flush. How
could I explain without being disrespectful? What were the proper words?
My mind raced once more. She sensed it.
With a serious voice, but still smiling, she said “I won’t wait, love. Tell
me now, or lose your chance!”
I took a deep breath, I was going to do this the only way I knew how, and I
was going to get it out all at once. “Your breasts, My Lady, firm, full,
beautiful. Your waist, slim. Your hips, proportionately stunning . Your
legs, long supple, perfect.” I blurted it out in one breath.
I was visibly shaking now. She nodded, keeping her smile. She squeezed my
cheeks so my lips formed a pucker. “See, now love? That wasn’t so hard,
was it?”
Small giggles circulated about the room as she let go, turned around, took
a couple of steps and turned back. “Let’s talk, Devoue”.
I gradually got my breath (and I’m sure my color) back. “Yes, My Lady” I
said softly.
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Also an author. Working on getting my stories posted here. Please mail for more info.
Here is an excerpt from a new story I'm currently working on.
===============================================
“Ah! So you’re here looking for a Domme!” she quipped.
I flinched at her question, but replied “Well, I’m visiting. I used
to come here often. If I happen to meet a Domme, I may be….”
“That’s cool!” she interrupted, “I usually don’t see too many uncollared
subs in these place. Not that we come to these places often. I
don’t think we come often enough., well I don’t come along often enough
anyway. Sometimes Mistress will take one of the others. But I really
don’t mind too much because we can find other things to do or Mistress
will give us things to do while she’s gone. I…” She stopped for a
second, blushed again, realizing she was rambling. “Sorry. Mistress
says I go on and on too much.”
I laughed. “It’s ok, you’re cute and I like talking to you.”
Her eyes lit up and she blushed again. “So how old are you, may I ask?”
“I’m 23.” I replied.
“One year older than me!” she smiled again. “Do you live in Chicago?” she asked.
“You ARE full of questions, aren’t you?” I replied.
She got a look of apprehension on her face. “Oh, I’m not being too nosy, am I?”
I laughed again. “No, just teasing. I live in the Southwest Suburbs” I said.
“Our house is in the Southwest suburbs!” she said almost bouncing on the
couch, “What do you do for a living?” she asked.
“I work on computers.” I replied.
“Nice!” she said. She sat quietly for a moment “Excuse me! I’ll be right back!”
She got up and headed toward one of the playrooms. I turned back to look at the
Domme of my dreams, but she was gone from the bar. I looked around but didn’t
see her. I’d hoped she hadn’t left. In the back of my mind, I seriously doubted
she would accept me, anyway. Not necessarily because of my looks, because I was
an athletic young guy, but because of my limits. After being turned down on a
few occasions and released twice, I was used to rejection, but I enjoyed the club,
just because of the D/s and BDSM atmosphere, and the occasional invitation to play.
I sat back on the couch, took a deep breath, put my head back and enjoyed the view.
“Hi again!” This time she came over from the back of the couch next to me and
bounced on the seat. She startled me again.
“Well hello again!” I laughed.
She looked down and bit her lip as if she was nervous. “I asked my Mistress to
come and meet you. I hope you don’t mind!”
“Of course not!” I replied. It would be interesting to see who owned this little
hand grenade waiting for a place to explode.
She jumped to her feet. “Here she comes already… that was fast…”
I stood to my feet. I couldn’t believe it. The Domme approaching us from the
play room was the one I was admiring; her hips swaying gracefully as she grew
closer. I lowered my eyes to the floor.
I could hear her heels click on the linoleum as she came nearer to us. She
stopped in front of me, standing silently. I could see her stockings and red
shoes, one turned outward slightly. I waited for permission to speak.
“Hmmmmmmm….” She said, and began walking around me. She finished her walk
around and stopped again. “Hello, love. What’s your name?”
“Devoue, My Lady, most call me Dev.” I said quietly. She put her fingernails
under my chin and raised my head.
“You may look at me when I’m talking to you. I prefer it” she said calmly.
I looked up and into her eyes. They were so dark and deep that I felt as if
my soul had been drawn into them in the single glance. I went weak. In seconds
that small Domme smile appeared on her face. She knew I was under her control
already, simply with her eyes.
She moved very close, her head tilting forward slowly, looking down into my
eyes as I stood transfixed on hers. She moved her hand from under my chin,
placed her nails gently behind my ear and dragged her nails down my neck, across
and up behind the other ear. This sensation combined with her sensual,
controlling stare made me draw a slow deep breath. Her perfume filled
my nostrils, only adding to her control. I began to tremble.
She smiled wider. “Amusing, love. Do you know what Devoue, means in French?”
Her breath was minty and cool. I almost whispered, a combination of my fear,
her control and her closeness. “No, My Lady, I don’t”. I actually never knew
it meant anything.
She brushed the back of her hand against my cheek lightly. “It means “dutiful”,
love; Obedient, compliant, loyal. Is that what you are?”
I swallowed. Her control was incredible. I couldn’t take my eyes off of hers.
“I am, My Lady.” I whispered. She tilted her head slightly and raised an
eyebrow. “Indeed?” she said softly.
She finally broke her stare and I could breathe once more. She searched my
face with her eyes and ran her fingers thought my hair from the temples,
lifting it out to its length behind my head. She let it fall and looked
down the front of me; then looked back into my eyes. Instantly I succumbed
to her stare again. Never had I been taken control of so easily; by any Domme.
She placed her hand into my shirt, the back of it against me and stroked my
chest. Slowly, she moved down and began un-buttoning the rest of the buttons
on my shirt. She stepped back, pulled my shirt open and looked at me a moment,
then stepped up close to my face again.
“You’re very attractive, love. And you have no Mistress?” she asked calmly.
“No, My Lady.” I replied weakly. She smiled again, tilted her head back,
keeping eye contact. “So tell me, love, do you find me attractive?”
It sounded like such a silly question to me, but softly, respectfully, I
replied “Yes, My Lady, I do.”
She smiled wider. “Tell me what you find so enticing about me.” She ordered
gently.
I hesitated. I found EVERYTHING about her enticing. Where would I start?
She sensed the hesitation. Her voice grew firm. In contrast to the calm,
soft voice she was using until then it sent a chill down my spine. “There
are some things I demand from my submissives; two of the most important things,
are honest and expediency. I find when used together, they produce the most
effective results. So answer my question NOW, love”
The response was instant; practically without thought. “Y-Your eyes, My Lady,
I stuttered out.
“And why do you find them enticing?” she asked calmly once more.
I noticed the room had gotten quiet. I knew were being watched. This had
happened before, but somehow this was different. It wasn’t as much D/s play
that was entertaining. They were atching a test. My trembling grew stronger.
I muttered in one word answers, struggling to simply state my feelings, “Deep,
dark, beautiful… controlling” I almost gasped out.
She smiled slightly. “And what else do you find enticing about me?” she asked.
“Your hair, My Lady” I responded quickly.
“And why?” she asked
“Long, dark, wavy and silky, My Lady” I replied.
The smile playing across her lips grew slightly wider. “And what else?”
I realized quickly where the question led. My mind raced. I had to answer
quickly, but how could I say what I intended without being offensive? The
silence was deafening. The only thing left was her… that was it…
“Your figure, My Lady” I said exhaling.
Then, as I saw her smile grow very wide, I realized I had only opened myself
up to much more explanation than I had intended. She gently placed the back
of her hand against my cheek and began brushing softly.
“And what is it…” she hesitated deliberately, as if she knew what I was
thinking; she knew, that I knew I would be trapped. “…that you find…
enticing… about my figure?”
I swallowed hard. My ears were burning, my face and neck went flush. How
could I explain without being disrespectful? What were the proper words?
My mind raced once more. She sensed it.
With a serious voice, but still smiling, she said “I won’t wait, love. Tell
me now, or lose your chance!”
I took a deep breath, I was going to do this the only way I knew how, and I
was going to get it out all at once. “Your breasts, My Lady, firm, full,
beautiful. Your waist, slim. Your hips, proportionately stunning . Your
legs, long supple, perfect.” I blurted it out in one breath.
I was visibly shaking now. She nodded, keeping her smile. She squeezed my
cheeks so my lips formed a pucker. “See, now love? That wasn’t so hard,
was it?”
Small giggles circulated about the room as she let go, turned around, took
a couple of steps and turned back. “Let’s talk, Devoue”.
I gradually got my breath (and I’m sure my color) back. “Yes, My Lady” I
said softly.
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