A Dom/sub experience for a vanilla NEWLY divorcee.

My Sweaty palms grip the steering wheel and they get so wet, as  I have to take both off the wheel and I rub my palms on my bare thighs in an attempt to dry them…… being nervous is an understatement.

“This is crazy!” I say out loud, as I find myself in the parking lot of LAX, about to start a journey into testing boundary’s and limits, but I am not leaving Los Angeles.  I’m here to pick up a man that I will affectionately and lovingly call my Dom from now on.  

“This is crazy!” I say out loud, as I find myself in the parking lot of LAX, about to start a journey into testing boundary’s and limits, but I am not leaving Los Angeles.  I’m here to pick up a man that I will affectionately and lovingly call my Dom from now on.

Back to being at LAX and to the first time we saw each other.  He was tan and fit, bald with piercing blue eyes.  My stomach fluttered for a moment because this is the stranger that I had been sexting with for 4 days…… and he is here.  This stranger has enticed all of my senses from almost 3,000 miles away.  How can I not be excited at the fact my Dom is standing front of me now!

It’s time to meet……   I open my car door and out stretched my long  legs.  My thigh high, black boots and my naked upped thighs exit the vehicle with a sultry movement that I didn’t know I had in me.  I see that he is watching me exit my car and that excites me even more.   I walk over to my Dom and say “hi” and I introduced myself as “your sub” .   There was an understanding from the get go that he was in full control for the next 3 days.  I was just along for the sexual ride. 

My amazing 4 month long journey of sexual exploration starts like this:

I don’t remember the drive to the hotel……… I know we talked, about what though, remains unknown. I was on sensory overload and could not process additional information at that time. 

Our hotel for the next 3 days is modest, and upon arrival it is determined that it is defiantly not private enough for the type of activities my Dom had planned for me, so modifications in the pre-planned D/s scenes were made.  As these changes were being discussed, I was told to undress down to only my underwear and to sit pretty on the edge of the bed with my eyes closed.  My Dom had taught me how to “sit pretty”, prior to our meeting and it made me happy to be able to comply with his directive.  I waited and waited while he unpacked.  Every once in awhile his finger would caress the back of my neck, my lower lip, hair and each time that finger would disappear as quickly as it came, leaving me with a growing urgency to feel the full touch of my Dom.  Eagerly, I wait for the next brush of flesh, but this time it different, it’s rope!  My Dom instructs me to lie on my stomach with my hands behind my back.  Slowly the rope twists and pulls its way over my wrists, making a unique sound that will be etched into my arousal catalog forever more…… I am then forcefully to roll over onto my back, laying on my tied hands, with my knees bent over the mattress.  I am exposed and feel somewhat helpless.  My breathing quickens as my underwear are pulled down to my ankles and each foot was gently lifted to release the abandoned clothing, then nothing.  I feel My Dom walk away from me and it gets really still and quiet in the room.  I was not given instructions which for the first time, and it makes me feel a little more than just nervous. Why I’m nervous has never been properly articulated, because deep down I knew I was safe.  Three mins past but it seemed like a lifetime until he returned bedside.  Then finally, full physical contact – our first kiss!  It was a  strong passionate kiss that made me even more wet with anticipation of being fucked by this man, a stranger, my Dom. 

Oh my!  The sensation of being so aroused and the feeling of his tongue caressing and exploring every inch of me, sent me into an orgasm that was so intense that I forgot to ask permission to cum.

His hands are now all over my naked body.  My eyes are still closed per his instructions and while laying on my back, his mouth slowly wanders down and kisses my pussy.  Oh my!  The sensation of being so aroused and the feeling of his tongue caressing and exploring every inch of me, sent me into an orgasm that was so intense that I forgot to ask permission to cum.  His deep assertive voice calls out to me for the first time since the scene began and tells me that I will need to be punished for breaking the rules of our physical engagement.  My heart sinks a minute, as I do not want to disappoint my Dom.

He walks away again and leaves me alone and shaking on the bed.  When he returns he instructs me to roll over on my stomach and he proceeds to flog my ass until I come close to a whimper.  This is my first discipline moment and although I was dissatisfied with myself forgetting the rules, I enjoyed being flogged!  After he takes a warm towel and gently rubs my red, swollen ass he takes more rope and ties my ankles to my already bound wrists.  He leaves me for a moment to catch my breath and calm down.  Next, he reaches between my legs, fingering my pussy and ass.   My excitement begins to build again and I almost cum before asking permission, but to my surprise he stops and pulls away again.   This happened 3 more times before he finally gave me permission to cum.   I was a puddle of sexual excitement and this kind of behavior continued for the rest of the weekend, only to intensify as the days past.

While traveling he could not bring his toys, but I would end up flying out to Hawaii every 2 weeks for the next 4 months to visit my Dom.  I was exposed to almost everything one could imagine; anal hooks, more intense bondage scenes, crops, whips etc.  A second man was even introduced on two of my visits and I experienced my fantasy of DP for the first time at the hands of my Dom.  That scene is a story for another time though.