Were you totally infatuated with your first Dom/me?

[WriterDom]

And did he introduce you to bdsm or had you looked around a while?

 

[Quint]

Yes and no...but he introduced me to several realities where previously I'd only had fantasy.

 

[dragonlace]

The first dominant i had, i didn't really realise it at the time, showed me a world i had only dreamt of. It was wonderful but it was never an emotional relationship. It was just sex, outside of sex we were just friends. But if he was to look at me the right way, there it was and i was his for whatever he wanted.

It started out slowly as we were close friends before we even started. Then we got together and slowly he began to add bondage and submission to the mix, i can look back at it now and see it for what it was but at the time, i just thought he was as kinky, or as much of a freak, as i was.

It was great but when i stopped the relationship, as he was seeing a friend of mine, it just ended no attachment. He actually wanted to continue playing after she became his girlfriend and i couldn't do that to her, he was upset with me but i never looked back.

It was the first time i had ever felt so alive in my life and i just thought, up until i truely found out about the lifestyle, that i would never feel that way again. I am just happy to have found myself in all this, and a wonderful Master who fulfills me and my need for submission.

 

[Vixandra]

Dragonlace that's beautifully put.


Hmm... to the topic I'm not sub really. Perhaps could play switch but not well. I'm dominant at heart

 

[emme]

Vixandra,

Totally off topic but, I am going to have to borrow your quote about life being a sexaully transmitted terminal illness, Its perfect

emme

 

[Vixandra]

Vixandra,

Totally off topic but, I am going to have to borrow your quote about life being a sexaully transmitted terminal illness, Its perfect

emme

A lady on another board I'm part of (cooking of all things) said her brother came up with it and I simply had to copy it into my sig line cause I loved it.
Go a head and use it.

 

[ghosst_K&H]

No and No...She wasn't a Domme, like she claimed, and there was no chemistry between us.

 

[dragonlace]

Dragonlace that's beautifully put.


Hmm... to the topic I'm not sub really. Perhaps could play switch but not well. I'm dominant at heart

Thanks Vixandra

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

And did he introduce you to bdsm or had you looked around a while?

actually my first Dominant was a She. And yes, I was completely infatuated. I adored her, everything about her and we are (to this day) still very good friends.

She was the one who helped me realize my masochistic leanings. I don't think I could be the *Switch* I am now..without ever having known or loved her.

pet

 

[LadyG]

Yes and still am.

Yes he did.

Not really.

 

[MissTaken]

And did he introduce you to bdsm or had you looked around a while?

Yes.
Yes.

No!

The entire experience was difficult to pull myself through having thrown myself into BDSM with fervor. I was certainly one who was experiencing "sub lust."

However, many positive things occurred as a result, not the least of which was that he provided an appetizer to my now very kinky lifestyle.

I learned to be open minded and to accept things, situations and desires that I had previously quelled. Further, I learned a lot about philosophies and rituals and while HE wasn't the One, he certainly was a safe person to learn from.

 

[WriterDom]

I broke in one as a budding Dom. I had no mentors, there was no Lit, and my knowledge and skill level was about 4% of what it is now. But even so, and after 6 years, there is still a bond between us.

She is married now, and I hope she is happy. I'm not sure if it is a bdsm relationship. Once every other month or so, we'll exchange a friendly email. I have no interest in interfering in her life, but I still think about her at times. I guess I always will.

 

[Glass_butterfly]

I was certainly infatuated with my first Dom (until I found out he wasnt what he said he was). I found him on a bondage personals site, so I was a little into it before I met him, but he helped me experience the physical aspect.

 

[rosco rathbone]

my first dom was my mom; i don't know if "infatuated" is the right word but i sure as hell can't seem to get her out of my system. mom is the prime mover of my psychosexuality--i owe it all to her.

 

[lapinova]

yes, and i still am... i wonder sometimes if that might be part of the problem with finding myself a Master. So far, no-one else has been able to stand up as well as Him... on the other hand, it's not a bad thing to have a high standard.

yes, he was my introduction... although i had been interested and had fantasies for a long time.

 

[lovetoread]

No.

I'm just happy that my first didnt turn me off bdsm for life.

 

[landcruisergal]

Nope, he's not really my type.Sounds crazy doesnt it? I was totally absorbed and obsessed with sex and bdsm for a while there at the beginning,but it could have been anyone with his particular talents and desires. I was infatuated with the way he was making me feel and think, but not actually with him.

 

[SierraMoon]

Nope, he's not really my type.Sounds crazy doesnt it? I was totally absorbed and obsessed with sex and bdsm for a while there at the beginning,but it could have been anyone with his particular talents and desires. I was infatuated with the way he was making me feel and think, but not actually with him.

This is exactly how it was for me, with my first Dom. i wasn't attracted to him at all, but i liked what he did for me. (Well, some of the things, until he turned abusive, and i had to get away from him )

 

[Etoile]

Yes, completely! Daddy did indeed introduce me to BDSM. I don't know how long e has been a dom, though I suspect e's been dominant in all eir relationships. (E's 43 now, so e was dating well before I was born!) I don't really know a lot about Daddy's early history except for tidbits about girlfriends here and there, and the occasional boy. But e was already very much a dom when I met em, and so when I fell in love with em I was falling in love with a dom. That's how I came to join the lifestyle. And yes, I am still absolutely infatuated with my Daddy.

 

[Ziggy*stardust]

Were you totally infatuated with your first Dom/me? And did he introduce you to bdsm or had you looked around a while?

Yes, and I still am!! He is the love of my life and I adore him.

Yes, I experienced BDSM for the first time with him.

*stardust*

 

[slaveskinky]

Finding my One

Finding my One
Having never used a computer for anything but writing papers in college, I was not aware of an online chat until I saw my daughter doing so. She told me about how one could find interesting people online to converse with about many things. So began my journey along this road I am on…

Having no Knowledge of the Lifestyle i would venture into, I can say it has been a life-changing journey, and still continues to be so. Once my daughter showed me to use the chat program (ICQ), I began searching the internet for interesting people. I have to say I was not looking for something romantic… I wished only to find people with lives that were interesting. I did that for sure.. One of my first chats is what I wish to share . This may seem to drag , but be patient, it will become very interesting…*G*

I did a quick random search for a new chat identity. This one male came up with a message that read.( Just an ole Biker with all my original parts, just some getting rusting… Now I knew nothing of Biker’s or Motorcycle’s , this for some reason intrigued me… I sent a message to Him and He right off came back with a response…

Thus began months of (interesting & delightful conversations..). I was a very conservative religious female. Some of this conversation was (to say the least) a bit overwhelming and yes shocking. For some reason, I couldn’t pull a way, I got Hooked on this Biker… He was Strong, Firm, Dirty talking and yet Gentle and Caring. (Laughing) I had never heard such talk. My mind was a whirl of activity. images filled my thoughts, somewhat Scary but Exciting.. We did talk of other things, riding His bike truly sounded wild and wonderful.

He slowly began talking of what I know now was of the life style .He lived and wish to have someone share with Him But , Under and by His rules. No ifs, Ands or Buts..!!! Although sounding interesting, to a woman who had always made her own decisions and allowed no male to dictate to her. ( later, I will share some insights into my life before Biker) I was caught off guard by my own response to this Mans demands. I could speak to Him about anything that troubled me but only as long as I spoke in a respectful tone and manner. I learned by a few mistakes just how He would punishment. Not in a physical way. The Hurt would go much deeper than that. I would get ignored. I considered them failures. I did not forgive myself as readily as did He. Note: As I sit here writing this, He is aware of what I am telling. Yes and we did the cyber sex thing, for those who are wondering.. Of course I wasn’t good at sexual cyber at all. That was soon corrected with His help and encouragement.



After about three months of daily chats, sometimes for hours, again couldn’t tear myself away from the sight of Him online. With all of this, a yearning grew to be with Him constantly. To serve Him in every way I could… He would require many things of me that I felt I couldn’t give . I was going to do it or die trying. I wanted the safety, peace and security I would receive in return, and yes the glorious sexual pleasures He would give.. I was soon to discover this real time.
We had arranged a meeting place and time.. He would travel, on His ride a few hours to see me…

That morning I awoke and my heart was beating with an excitement I had never known. I couldn’t wait to shower shave, (His demand) and dress. I took special time and delicate attentions to my body, I wanted to be more than pleasing. I wanted myself perfect for Him. I chose carefully my clothes. In those days though I dressed quite conservatively. But it was all I knew.

When i felt I looked my best, I left and drove about 45 minutes to meet Him. I was there first so I sat in my van and waited. Yes, I had my own doubts but only about would He show…I was not frightened at meeting this strange exciting Biker.. knowing now what I do about online meetings it would have been wiser to be cautious.. Some stories do not end as happily as mine. I sat there maybe and hour. He was late, I was nervous. Would He see me and not like what He saw and just drive away??

I was in a panic by this point.. I heard the sound of a bike .Was it Him.? It wasn’t. Then I heard another bike. He drove past me. I then heard the sound of it slowing , the sound louder, returning . He pulled in the driveway of the motel. I sat there as He pulled along side of my van. He stopped, and looked at me with the kindest, most adorable smile.

I couldn’t stop looking into that face and those eyes. This is the man I had waited Months to meet and here He was. I asked Him if He wished to get inside my van? He parked His bike and got in beside me. I had noticed as He got off the bike. How gorgeous He was in His well-worn biker leather. All I can say is Yummy, sisters. He sat down in the van with me and just kept looking at me with those eyes of His… I couldn’t take my eyes from His. His were so powerful , a deep blue penetrating gaze. I felt as if He could see into my soul. That He could see how much I wanted and needed Him and this life He offered me. I think He was even was a bit nervous. Wondering what I thought of Him. All I could think of was how much I wanted that mouth on mine. We sat there a few. He asked me if I would mind Him kissing me. I’m thinking, Hell No! I said, yes of course, in a soft whispering voice…Damn Girls! What a Hot, all Consuming Mouth. I was shaking I don’t know if He could tell. But that one kiss had stirred something powerful in me.

He asked if I had breakfast, I hadn’t, so we drove to fast food breakfast drive-in. He on His bike I, in the van. We sat across from each other inside. I just have to share this, I had bought Him a tiny but special gift, a tiny Silver Guardian Angel pin. I gave Him the sweet little black box and watched Him opening it. He of course saying I shouldn’t have, but knowing how dangerous riding a bike can be I wanted to know He was being watched over.. He took the pin and I could see He was pleased. He took it at that moment and placed it on His leather vest. He smiled at me again with that Adorable smile. After eating , my only thoughts were of feeling His mouth again.

We returned to the Motel. He checked us in. while I sat in my van. I was trembling with need and the unknown of what might take place once inside our room. I saw Him returning from the hotel office, heading toward my van. Just watching Him walk was moving. We gathered our things from our rides. Proceeded to move to the entrance to a long line of rooms. When inside the hall of the motel, He had taken me by the hand and led me down the hall. His hand grasping mine was so firm in its grasp, but gentle. I have thought of that moment so often,, how it warmed my heart with it’s gentleness, how safe I felt, no fear no trepidation of what was to come. Once inside we set down out bags. I was very quiet.. I moved every so slowly trying not to appear nervous.. opening my purse taking out a brush and brushing my hair, I had moved to the side of one of the double beds and a table sat between the two beds. I switched on the lamp. A soft warm glow enveloped the room. I stood there waiting, i don’t know for what.

He approached me slowly pulled me into His strong Biker arms. His mouth came down on mine. I can only describe it as heavenly… there was no fear, no doubt, I wanted to travel what ever road I would find, as long as He was leading the way. He reached for the buttons on my red blouse and carefully unbuttoned each one by one I wasn’t looking at Him. I couldn’t just kept my eyes closed, I had never been with but two men in my life. One being my ex-husband… here I was in a motel with a virtual stranger except for what i knew from chat online, but His manner with me was so gentle and sweet, how could I be afraid. He slowly removed my blouse and allowed it to slip easily to the floor. He then pressed me carefully back on the bed. My legs still hanging off the side of the bed, Somehow I could do nothing but let Him make the moves.

He reached and unbuttoned my skirt and pulled it down over my legs, and tossed it to the black leather chair in the corner. He spoke to me in a Commanding voice for me to look at His eyes and not to move them, ever. I did as I was told. I couldn‘t help myself. Then began a ride of pleasure and emotion that I can only try and describe. It will of course fail. It was like riding an ocean of billowing waves. I was being drug along, washed with waves of desire, passion and great emotional need that had been pent up for months.

We spent the remainder of the day. In each other’s arms, little conversation at this point, we were communicating on different level. Biker has told me many times of one moment that stands out most in His mind. I was standing at the sliding glass doors of the room staring out at the Tennessee Hills.. I was peeking out behind from the curtains. I was still bare ass naked as He wanted me always undressed in His presence.. He thought of coming over and pulling back the curtain pressing me up against the glass door and Taking me for the entire world to view.. I am of course, grateful He did not. He knew I was not ready for that kind of exposure. I was feeling very saddened, that the day was ending and we would have to part, not knowing when I would see Him again. We dressed silently, packed our things, Most of which I had not required. He Locked up the motel room just before, I took one last quick glance at the heavenly place I had gone.

As Biker packed His things on the bike I sat in my van listening to the radio, already weeping softly. Neither of us spoke … He leaned inside the van window and kissed me deeply. As we left the motel, and started down the highway, for a time heading in the same direction I knew we would soon take a different road. Once we reached the turn off we pulled over and he came up to the window for one last deep kiss… Then I watched as He took the bike and headed off alone, without me… How could I do this,, I turned my car in the direction of Home . I knew it would never feel like home again. My Home had to be with Him. The soft tears now turned to sobs. i did not stop till I reached my house. I didn’t want my daughter to see them…

Slave
My Journey Continues

 

[Scarlett_t2]

15 years and still going strong. Yes he did show me the way of my heart and soul. It was always there it just needed a nudge and a guiding hand to move in the right direction. With his urging and the help of a wonderful mentor I am now on the journey of a lifetime.
Scarlett

 

[JupitersGirl]

slaveskinky

Thank you for sharing that. Your love and care for each other is beautiful to see.