October 12, 2007

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September 19th, 2007

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01:18 am - Green-eyed mistress?

Some of the strangest moments of my getting into bdsm have been coming out to my friends. The first friend I told replied with "And you didn't tell me? I'm very disappointed!". He proceeded to become somewhat of a confident, although he did tell him mom what I was into...which was somewhat awkward, thereafter. He always was my safety call for my very first meeting with my first Sir. The message he left went something like this...
" Hey...I guess you're tied up right now, har har har. In the case that you're dead, I'm pawning your DVDs, stealing your television, and leaving your fish to die." It continues in this vein for several minutes. I took this as a kind of acceptance of my d/s relationship.

Another friend I told had a somewhat different reaction. Granted, he found out a slightly different way.

The day of my second date with the green-eyed sir, I had an illicit affair sort've date with my friend. I'm not entirely sure how that relationship worked itself into being. Cause, first of all, illicit affair. The green-eyed sir hadn't said explicitly that he was expecting monogamy, after all, it was only our second date, but he had asked me not to take other men's orders. Plus, my friend David was brand-newly broken up, another reason I like to consider the affair illicit (although in reality it was neither an affair nor illicit). Aaanyways, I imagine that Dave must have had some suspicions toward my masochistic leanings when I showed up to our first illicit meeting with a pair of intensely, strangely bruised breasts ( from me and green-eyes' second meeting, more on that later).

Later, I sent him a link to my alt profile, which he told me was scary. However, he was intrigued, and through conversations, I eventually disclosed my kinkiness. His response? "Well, two subs, nothing will get done!" He there after tried to seduce me to the Domme side. We haven't had any more illicit meetings since this had come into the open, but I imagine next time we do, things could get interesting!

Stay tuned for more naughty and illicit affairs with this green-eyed...Domme?!

Current Mood: predatory

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September 17th, 2007

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08:59 pm - The rise and fall of my first sir
So, where did I leave you? In the park?

So, as you can tell by the title, my first sir no longer is. We weren't a great match, and he was somewhat shady. Perhaps the shadiness was my overactive imagination and my hard-to-earn trust. However, several things set off alarm bells, and I called it off, probably for the best.

Just 'cause things didn't work out doesn't mean we didn't have a good time first. As we continued through the park, we walked underneath a stone bridge. A fleeting thought crossed my mind, and evidently his as well, since he swung me around and pushed me up against the wall with his body. The kissing grew more intense in the semi-private, shady place. The moment was ruined by me, of course, when he asked what I was thinking and I blurted out without thinking that, "This bridge smells like pee."

We laughed, and move on, and he had to leave, so we headed toward the subway. He kissed me goodbye, and I headed home, amused during the ride on the commuter rail by text messages.

A few weeks later, we met at the movie theater, another fun experience, which I'll write about some other day. So, until then dear reader, happy playing!

Current Mood: peaceful

10-12-2007 03:42:36AM - Permalink - Comment [0]

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September 16th, 2007

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02:09 am - My first Sir
I started this journal the day after I had met my first Sir. I may have been feeling a bit lonely or a bit overwhelmed, but either way felt a need to share these things. For some reason, I just didn't get around to it until 8 weeks later, go figure.
My first Sir, I met, of course, online. I'm not entirely sure how someone would go around meeting Doms in real life, short of attending munches or wearing a low-cut shirt that says, in tall black CAPS, "SPANK ME!". However, the Internet continues to be a good screening ground for potential dates, even if I tend to turn of some guys with my grammar-Nazi-ness (who wants a date that can't spell anyways).
This guy seemed to be a great fit, our vanilla interests and educations seemed freakily similar. Given that we'd spoken for several days and he continued not to be a crazy person, I agreed to drive down and take the train into the city to have coffee. He was on time, much better looking that his admittedly bad picture suggested, and he took me to a bagel place where they sliced the bagels with a bone saw.
Afterwords we walked in the park, making comments about the various July park denizens. We sat on a bench and talked about nothing, and as we stood up to attempt to find coffee (or something to do) he begged a kiss. Now, who was I to turn down a pair've green eyes?
At the coffee bar, I had the misfortune of being forced by the hippies who worked there to make my own coffee. Needless to say, this was a disaster, and I wound up with my cup half full of crunchy "organic" sugar. Being a gentleman, he offered to buy me another one when he noticed my distress. However, I was unwilling to admit defeat by those hippie barista bastards, so I just smiled and chewed my coffee. In the coffee shop, more kissing occurred, and deepened. His hand slid into my hair, caressing my scalp as he wrapped my hair around his fingers and pulled. The shy man coyly requesting a kiss from 10 minutes ago was gone, and he whispered into my ear as he tugged my hair, "Did you like that?"
I like to think that I got my revenge on those hippie bastards by fooling around in their bar. I did feel pretty awkward in the public place, however, since public displays and exhibitionism are very much not my thing. We returned to the park from whence we'd come, handing hands and occasionally getting a tug on the back of the head.

Curious about what happens in the park? So am I! Read next week for the thrilling conclusion and more details of my explorations down the rabbit hole of submission!

Current Mood: hopeful

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