SkyBluAngelEyes
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This is not the first time I have participated in this part of the forums, and I highly doubt it will be my last.
I want to thank WriterDom, for His thread starter “Are we headed for a Dom shortage?” and even though I have regretfully not read His thread, it prompted me to write this one.
Just thinking about my past Master, whom I affectionately called, Master or Sir. He was a one in a million type of Man. I say that because He was a man. One that I find I compare to every man that I date or talk with. He was a gentle Dom. Very loving in every way.
I lived a very vanilla life before meeting Him. Funny how we met on a board similar to this one, and then again, not really like this one at all. The board is now non-operational, but I thank God for letting me meet Him and get to know Him. Sir had a way about Him. Very forceful when needed and a good disciplinarian when needed also. He did not start out my Sir or Master. We became friends first, talked of our likes and dislikes and stuff that was absolutely off limits for both of us. We started out having a very long distance relationship with approximately 2600 miles that separated us. We dreamt of the day that we would finally meet and make our fantasies come true. We met about 4 months after we had met on the net and not being sure if He would like me, He made me feel so at home. I flew to His state and met Him in the airport. I remember looking in His eyes for the first time, and thinking this was just the right thing to do. We had gone out to dinner that night before He had taken me back to His house. We struggled a lot with our religions, as He was a very religious person and had a hard time accepting that He was born to be a Dom, yet His religion was one of peace and mercy. How could He tie and flog me, apply nipple clamps knowing that it would hurt me, yet still think of Himself as a religious person? We had grappled with that and worked it out between us, and we were very happy. Sessions could last from a whole day to only a few hours. He would accuse me from trying to “top from the bottom” when I would purposely disobey or anger Him, so I could receive one of those spankings He did not quite know I liked. When He figured that out, He would think up another sort of discipline that would demonstrate, who was the Master and who was the slave. He was very creative in His just punishments, and I’m sure by now, you can tell how much I loved Him.
We did not live a 24/7/365 lifestyle. However, I was to meet Him in a certain manner when He came home from work. I was to obey His every command, no matter what, even if He brought His boss home for dinner. I was never to waiver out of my routine. I complied and the rewards were always excellent. He was a good Sir, and one that I miss terribly to this day. Even during times of punishment, I always knew that He loved me, no matter the transgression. I knew that there was nothing that I could do that would disappoint Him to the point of releasing me.
When I had flown back home, He would write me an email every morning with my instructions for the day. I kept an online diary, for His eyes only, that He could read at His leisure. After another two months away from each other, I visited Him again, and was collared by the man that I had loved so hard after all that time. Across the front of the leather collar was written the word “SLUT” in metal rivets. Then He presented me with a collar that was to be worn in public, which was a set of hematite magnetic beads that I proudly wore around my neck. I still have them both. The leather collar was worn only in the privacy of our home. It was to remind me of my station when I was with Him. The other was purely cosmetic. It reminded me of my station still; yet, it was a security blanket in which I had grown so familiar, and the hug of the choker around my neck reminded me that I was loved above all others. We had turned the commuting into a living together sort of thing.
When He flew to be with me, He presented me with a formal wedding proposal and a diamond ring. Of course, the collars were still to be a part of my normal everyday clothing, but now I sprouted a ring that reminded me that I would be the luckiest woman alive to get to spend the rest of it with Him.
Maybe I have lost touch with the D/s community after my Master – my Sir – passed away from an auto accident. I was reminded of Him last night after PMing with another Dom. I’ve come to the realization that not all Doms are made of the same cloth. This is obvious. Some men masquerade as Doms and have no interest in their sub’s wellbeing. You have men that call themselves Master and believe that women who call themselves subs will fall to their knees to praise their cocks, without regard for that subs thoughts. This is not the way of my Sir, nor did I ever feel for one second that I was not loved or respected. Even when the smacks kept raining down on my ass and me crying, begging Him to stop. There was respect between us that you might never find in a vanilla relationship. Maybe there is a shortage of Doms. I have decided that there can be many wolves in sheep’s clothing. I am not saying that the man I PM’d with last night is among one of these men, just an observation I’ve made over a couple of months. Am I out of touch? Has reality passed me by? Are Doms much more forceful these days? Do subs jump whenever someone, who says they are a Dom, says to jump?
I'm curious, just how out of it I am.
I want to thank WriterDom, for His thread starter “Are we headed for a Dom shortage?” and even though I have regretfully not read His thread, it prompted me to write this one.
Just thinking about my past Master, whom I affectionately called, Master or Sir. He was a one in a million type of Man. I say that because He was a man. One that I find I compare to every man that I date or talk with. He was a gentle Dom. Very loving in every way.
I lived a very vanilla life before meeting Him. Funny how we met on a board similar to this one, and then again, not really like this one at all. The board is now non-operational, but I thank God for letting me meet Him and get to know Him. Sir had a way about Him. Very forceful when needed and a good disciplinarian when needed also. He did not start out my Sir or Master. We became friends first, talked of our likes and dislikes and stuff that was absolutely off limits for both of us. We started out having a very long distance relationship with approximately 2600 miles that separated us. We dreamt of the day that we would finally meet and make our fantasies come true. We met about 4 months after we had met on the net and not being sure if He would like me, He made me feel so at home. I flew to His state and met Him in the airport. I remember looking in His eyes for the first time, and thinking this was just the right thing to do. We had gone out to dinner that night before He had taken me back to His house. We struggled a lot with our religions, as He was a very religious person and had a hard time accepting that He was born to be a Dom, yet His religion was one of peace and mercy. How could He tie and flog me, apply nipple clamps knowing that it would hurt me, yet still think of Himself as a religious person? We had grappled with that and worked it out between us, and we were very happy. Sessions could last from a whole day to only a few hours. He would accuse me from trying to “top from the bottom” when I would purposely disobey or anger Him, so I could receive one of those spankings He did not quite know I liked. When He figured that out, He would think up another sort of discipline that would demonstrate, who was the Master and who was the slave. He was very creative in His just punishments, and I’m sure by now, you can tell how much I loved Him.
We did not live a 24/7/365 lifestyle. However, I was to meet Him in a certain manner when He came home from work. I was to obey His every command, no matter what, even if He brought His boss home for dinner. I was never to waiver out of my routine. I complied and the rewards were always excellent. He was a good Sir, and one that I miss terribly to this day. Even during times of punishment, I always knew that He loved me, no matter the transgression. I knew that there was nothing that I could do that would disappoint Him to the point of releasing me.
When I had flown back home, He would write me an email every morning with my instructions for the day. I kept an online diary, for His eyes only, that He could read at His leisure. After another two months away from each other, I visited Him again, and was collared by the man that I had loved so hard after all that time. Across the front of the leather collar was written the word “SLUT” in metal rivets. Then He presented me with a collar that was to be worn in public, which was a set of hematite magnetic beads that I proudly wore around my neck. I still have them both. The leather collar was worn only in the privacy of our home. It was to remind me of my station when I was with Him. The other was purely cosmetic. It reminded me of my station still; yet, it was a security blanket in which I had grown so familiar, and the hug of the choker around my neck reminded me that I was loved above all others. We had turned the commuting into a living together sort of thing.
When He flew to be with me, He presented me with a formal wedding proposal and a diamond ring. Of course, the collars were still to be a part of my normal everyday clothing, but now I sprouted a ring that reminded me that I would be the luckiest woman alive to get to spend the rest of it with Him.
Maybe I have lost touch with the D/s community after my Master – my Sir – passed away from an auto accident. I was reminded of Him last night after PMing with another Dom. I’ve come to the realization that not all Doms are made of the same cloth. This is obvious. Some men masquerade as Doms and have no interest in their sub’s wellbeing. You have men that call themselves Master and believe that women who call themselves subs will fall to their knees to praise their cocks, without regard for that subs thoughts. This is not the way of my Sir, nor did I ever feel for one second that I was not loved or respected. Even when the smacks kept raining down on my ass and me crying, begging Him to stop. There was respect between us that you might never find in a vanilla relationship. Maybe there is a shortage of Doms. I have decided that there can be many wolves in sheep’s clothing. I am not saying that the man I PM’d with last night is among one of these men, just an observation I’ve made over a couple of months. Am I out of touch? Has reality passed me by? Are Doms much more forceful these days? Do subs jump whenever someone, who says they are a Dom, says to jump?
I'm curious, just how out of it I am.
