2007, I find myself standing in front of a Dom. My SL sister has introduced us and she is convinced he has a challenge ahead of him. He makes jokes of making me his and placing a collar around my neck. My sister has known me for 2-3 years now and she knows how hard-headed and defiant I am. After a while of talking, she leaves him and me to talk.
Mind you, at this moment I did not know much about BDSM. I was convinced I would never fit into this world. Hell, I would have a minor meltdown if I went nude while changing at a club. Yet, I find myself standing in front of numerous contraptions, torture devices to one not familiar with them all. He dares me to try out the cross. Not one to turn down a dare, I do. Instantly, my interest is peaked. He offers me the opportunity to learn. I am not to call him Master, only Sir. If I decide this is something I feel I wish to delve even deeper into as I learn, I can ask him to collar me and become my Master, but only when/if I am sure.
At this very moment, I find myself in a place I feel completely natural and comfortable in. I am still nervous and shy, but I want to learn. For some reason, I am pulled to learn.
My first assignment is to create a notecard. The notecard is to have my likes, dislikes, never ever do, and a safeword. We will get to know each other and explore. He has a girlfriend who is also his submissive and at this time, he had 2 others as well.
My intention was only to learn, to broaden my horizons. When I walked out of the cozy SL beach home that day, I had no idea what I had opened up inside of me.
~ Kis
* Of course there will be more ...
Ok Boomer!
5 years ago
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