Coming Out with R
• Inner Growth
I met R (not Richard, but the first submissive guy I ever saw) through Alt.com - probably the only good thing to ever come from that website. As I made clear there would be a fair bit of online chatting and then a couple of phone conversations before we ever met.
He described himself as having a fetish mainly for high heels and spoke of a desire to be hurt and humiliated. He seemed sane and he could carry a conversation beyond his fetishes - which is a good sign (I refuse to continue to talk to people who can only talk fetish).
When we met I have to admit I was pretty nervous, a sort of mild stage-fright, combined with the worry that he might be some kind of psycho who would turn on me at a later stage. He picked me up at the designated point on time, and I found we got on well in person.
The nervousness dissipated when we arrived at his house. I entered the living room to find the shoes he had bought for me (and let’s face it - for himself) lined up with mechanical precision on the center rug. I smiled inwardly and sat down to try them on.
He conveniently left a flogger (which I erroneously thought of as a whip) near the sofa and holding it gave me a reassuring feeling. It may take a while to fully surface, but knowing the dominant feeling was there within me was satisfying.
After a while he came crawling in on his hands and knees and before long I was straddling him and grinding my heels into human flesh for the first time. Fantasy had finally become reality.
I saw R a total four, maybe five times. On my first ‘visit’ I didn’t say much, but the feelings were intense. I had created marks all over his upper body with my heels, and made him beg me to stop (his pain threshold was much lower than Richard’s). I created a steady flow of precum which constantly needed to be cleaned away (by his tongue of course). I describe it as a slow motion, perpetual orgasm. While I was being sadistic, I think my dominant side had barely surfaced.
Afterwards he asked me if next time I would verbally humiliate him. I told him it might be tricky, due to my personality, but it was something we both wanted so I tried. The insults and venom came coyly at first, sounding slightly awkward at times. Only towards the end of the second visit were they freely flowing. The gears had finally been cleared of rust. He thanked me and we ended with him grovelling and kissing my shod and stockinged feet.
After the third and fourth visits he described me as ‘brutal’ and I’m sure he meant that in a good way. I ordered him to buy expensive wine for me to drink, crushed food on his kitchen floor for him to eat, and whipped him furiously. He begged and grovelled for my pity. Some of it I caught on video.
We tried going outside to various locations - I trampled him at an abandoned building site and made him lick brick dust off of my heels - we used an empty car-park at night as a location for a kicking scene, but the police rolled up (isn’t it typical?). And a few times when I couldn’t be there, I cyber-dominated him, something that I was getting out of the habit of.
Overall I think R taught me, indirectly and the only way a sub can, how to come more aligned with my domme side and to feel it as a good thing. Out of the sessions we talked and watched TV a bit, he laughed at my jokes (always a good thing) and even talked about some personal stuff.
He eventually got a girlfriend and I began talking to Richard. In a way I was sad to leave him behind, but I’m not sure I wanted to help him cheat on his girlfriend, and didn’t want to cheat on Richard by seeing him for perhaps a last time before I left the UK. Naturally I wish him the best.
Comments
I like the way you tell your story here. Not much details but we still get a glimpse of how you started as a domme. I learned something new from you today: slow motion, perpetual orgasm.
Posted by: Pinay D | June 23, 2005 2:05 AM
Hehe. Hereon referred to as the SMPO. That has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? :)
Posted by: Alexandra | June 24, 2005 9:39 PM