A Little More than Coffee
Yesterday I had coffee with a Domme I'd been chatting with on another website. I drank far too much coffee and probably babbled more than I should have. She knows a lot about me now which doesn't bother me. I think a second meeting is a possibility, but the ball is in her court. She let me know in no uncertain terms that she was in control, and she would be the one to call me if she was interested in seeing me again.
I also found out quite a bit about her. She wasn't a spot on match with her picture, a little older and a little heavier. She changed her hair color, too. To me none of that stuff really matters. When a woman is truly dominant then she becomes automatically beautiful to me. This woman is a natural dominant with plenty of experience. Knowing that made her smoking hot in my mind.
She started barking commands within a minute of meeting her. No formalities, such as "please" or "thank you", just "get me a cup of ice", or "wipe underneath my cup with a napkin when I take a drink". I glanced over at one of the neighboring tables on the patio, and there was a young woman with a smirk on her face watching me wait on her hand and foot. The guy she was with gave me a look like, "why do you let her treat you that way?"
It kind of felt like I was in a job interview at times. She asked me a ton of questions, and wouldn't allow me to give brief answers. She told me to look her directly into her eyes when speaking because she could tell if I was a liar or not. We didn't talk about the kinky stuff until maybe the last 30 minutes or so. That was really the hardest part for me. Have you ever tried looking at someone you just met and confessing your darkest, filthiest secrets? She doesn't smile much, but seeing me squirm and stutter seemed to amuse her. She wouldn't let me use euphemisms when describing my kinks, which made it all the tougher. I had to describe in detail what sex toys I owned, how often I masturbated, a description of my kinkiest experiences, my deepest unfulfilled fantasies, my bi experiences, etc... it went on and on.
Finally, she allowed me to ask her questions. I asked her only one. "What would life be like if I became your slave?" I expected a brief answer, but she elaborated a great deal. Mostly, my days would be filled with tasks and completing the schedule she would give me. She used the word "housewife" a couple of times. She also needs help with certain ministerial tasks associated with her business. I would also have to attend certain events with her in a vanilla capacity. She didn't go into the kinks much, but let me know that she was a sadist. She would be having a lot of sex with partners of her choosing. As for me the best I could hope for would be anal sex because she would keep me in chastity most of the time. My role in her life would be as her servant, not her lover. She told me that I could expect pain, humiliation, and sexual frustration to play a big part in my daily life.
When we were finished, she had me walk her to her car and open the door for her. Her last words were, "I know all I need to know. Go home and reflect."
So I've been reflecting this morning.....and I hope the phone rings.
I also found out quite a bit about her. She wasn't a spot on match with her picture, a little older and a little heavier. She changed her hair color, too. To me none of that stuff really matters. When a woman is truly dominant then she becomes automatically beautiful to me. This woman is a natural dominant with plenty of experience. Knowing that made her smoking hot in my mind.
She started barking commands within a minute of meeting her. No formalities, such as "please" or "thank you", just "get me a cup of ice", or "wipe underneath my cup with a napkin when I take a drink". I glanced over at one of the neighboring tables on the patio, and there was a young woman with a smirk on her face watching me wait on her hand and foot. The guy she was with gave me a look like, "why do you let her treat you that way?"
It kind of felt like I was in a job interview at times. She asked me a ton of questions, and wouldn't allow me to give brief answers. She told me to look her directly into her eyes when speaking because she could tell if I was a liar or not. We didn't talk about the kinky stuff until maybe the last 30 minutes or so. That was really the hardest part for me. Have you ever tried looking at someone you just met and confessing your darkest, filthiest secrets? She doesn't smile much, but seeing me squirm and stutter seemed to amuse her. She wouldn't let me use euphemisms when describing my kinks, which made it all the tougher. I had to describe in detail what sex toys I owned, how often I masturbated, a description of my kinkiest experiences, my deepest unfulfilled fantasies, my bi experiences, etc... it went on and on.
Finally, she allowed me to ask her questions. I asked her only one. "What would life be like if I became your slave?" I expected a brief answer, but she elaborated a great deal. Mostly, my days would be filled with tasks and completing the schedule she would give me. She used the word "housewife" a couple of times. She also needs help with certain ministerial tasks associated with her business. I would also have to attend certain events with her in a vanilla capacity. She didn't go into the kinks much, but let me know that she was a sadist. She would be having a lot of sex with partners of her choosing. As for me the best I could hope for would be anal sex because she would keep me in chastity most of the time. My role in her life would be as her servant, not her lover. She told me that I could expect pain, humiliation, and sexual frustration to play a big part in my daily life.
When we were finished, she had me walk her to her car and open the door for her. Her last words were, "I know all I need to know. Go home and reflect."
So I've been reflecting this morning.....and I hope the phone rings.
8 years ago
