My awakening to D/s came many years ago. Since then I have realized that it never left me. The desire never changed only lay sleeping for a bit. I didnt know then it had a name I just knew it was a total turn on and was part of me .
I met him in a class that I was taking . The attraction was instant and intense . I remember the stolen kisses and hugs that led to intimate body parts being groped and squeezed . He said once " You dont know me well" All I could reply was ohhhhh but I want to . I should have known from the look in his eyes that I needed to know him.
When the class was over we made arrangements to meet two weeks from that Saturday. He told me what to wear and some how I knew not to even question his direction. I asked if he wanted me to cook dinner that eve or what the plans would be.
His reply was that I should only worry about being there and dressed as he wanted. A little shudder ran through my body. I had in the past ( and since that time ) had men force me to do things. But I knew something about this way was very different. I dont remember what I asked him at that point , I only remember that he leaned close and whispered shhhhhhh. Sending a shiver through my body.
The day of the meet finally arrived . I spent all day cleaning and fixing up the house . My mind totally engulfed in what the night could have in store . I took a long bath letting my mind wander and found my hands also wandering along my body . I had to laugh when I realized this man did these things to me . I took my time getting ready. Applying my make-up just so . Making sure my hair looked perfect. I picked up the hair spray and thought no way . Not going to have him touch my hair and get stuck. I giggled as I thought about the strange things that went through one's mind at times .
I remember little after that except pacing the door and near jumping out my skin when he knocked on the door . His knock was solid . Again funny things one's mind remembers . I opened the door and again a slight shiver ran through me . He handed me a bag a groceries and as I started to babble he said shhhhhhh. He told me to turn around .
I didnt question this just turned around.He blind folded me He led me to the kitchen , took the bag from me and sat me down in a chair . He placed my hands in my lap positioned my feet together . He leaned down and kissed me and told me to be silent. I felt goose bumps rise . I wondered if he saw them . I began to hear sounds and knew he was preparing dinner.
Wonderful smells soon filled the kitchen. Every once and a while he would touch me . I wiggled and squirm wanting more. Fighting the urge to tell him to hell with dinner lets get to business. Something in me told me in his time I would get more than I ever thought possible. If I sat very still and quiet he allowed me sips of wine . he would put tastes of the food to my lips . I would take them lingering my tongue on his finger tips ,sucking them in when I could.
I could hear him moving from room to room I gathered he was setting the table becuse of the sounds. He told me to rise and I was still not allowed to speak . He led me into the dining room and sat me down there . He took the blind fold off and my eyes opened slowly to a room full of candlelight . As my eyes focused I could see the table was set beautifully. I looked at him and strated to speak . He put his finger to my lips .
I dont remember what the meal was only that he hand fed me . Something about that just really did something to me . The helpless feeling of pure control. I didnt know that's what it was when it was happening only that I liked it .
After dinner he led me to the bathroom we stripped each other I turned on the shower. He asked me to bath him I did so eagerly . Then he bathed me and washed my hair . I thought I was in heaven . I didnt understand his method but it was driving me mad. He dried me off and asked me if there was anything I needed I looked at him and replied " yes you " .
He laughed and blindfolded me again he led me to my bed and tied me there . The rest of the night was a blur he did so many things to me . I cant even begin to remember thm all . I know I did anything he asked .... I remember touching back down to earth as the sun rose ...................
Each sunrise brings a new day , Each sunset closes one. What's in between you are responsible for
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