Unleashed

My Anticipation 7b

Today I will get to see her....it's been a long week....this relationship is new....and I let her into my world....I let her see the demon within me....the darkness that I like to play in. I was worried at first....it's difficult for someone with my particular tastes to meet someone....and we didn't meet through the community....which adds another sense of danger....revealing to someone that you are into a BDSM is always a leap of faith....and to tell her I'm a Dom no less, was also daunting.

You worry they think you are cruel....an evil person....who only wishes to hurt....a pervert who is into pain and torture....wearing a leather mask and leather chaps.... although there people into that, that is not me. That's not my thing.

I wasn't going to tell her....show her....but my demon had other ideas....and you can't change who you are. The lust took control....a night on the sofa....it got a little rough shall we say....her on top of me....grinding against me....I didn't lose control ....I never lose control....but she felt a change in me....she looked down and saw something in my eyes....that darkness....a lick of flame....and she liked it....lost in her own lust....as she drew her hips up she pushed down harder....she thought she was in control....leading....I let her think that....her body told me she liked what she saw....so I tested the water....my hand, sweeping up through her breasts....curling up the side of her neck....spreading my fingers through her hair....grasping at her hair....her moan told me she liked it.....so I pulled her head back....as she thrust down harder onto me...I felt her nails in my shoulders....digging deep.....she screamed she was coming....the look on her face when told her not to....my free hand gripping her hip.....another leap of faith....I told her to ask....she didn't stop grinding....her eyes lit up.....as she said tensively said please.....

She came hard.....shaking uncontrollably for a moment.....the shudders coming sporadically.... Coating me....and the sofa in her nectar....we came together...a beautiful moment.

Afterwards we lay on the sofa...dripping with sweat....our scent sitting heavy in the air....breathing hard in between drags on a shared cigarette....

She told me no one had ever said those things to her.....told her she couldn't come....not without asking....and she had never cum like that before.

She asked me why....that is when I took the plunge to reveal my nature....that I was a dominant....I opened the door on who and what I am gently. I explained what BDSM means to me....the control....

Over time I revealed more. The pet names I use....the names I liked to be called....this came out during a night of particularly rough sex....

Her legs spread over the arm of the wide leather sofa....face buried in the back of the chair....my grip on her waist....tight and firm....letting go on one side to spank her cheek....not playful....not some light vanilla tap....it was hard enough to leave a hand print....hard enough to leave my mark on her....my claim to her.... initially she was shocked...but it made her buck harder against me. We fucked hard that night...the position makes it deep and tight....I didn't call her my kitten....just my girl....

I gave her her first task that weekend. I told her to read up on BDSM...not to watch the extreme porn that depicts BDSM as just something for the sub to endure and the Dom to enjoy. We drank wine and she looked at the fetish and kink tests...she laughed hard at some....and went quiet with others...some where hard limits....alot of those we shared...but others were soft limits.... something in time we would take small steps to play with.

More importantly the surveys made her think about her desires...her kinks...vanilla sex is so simple....there's soft, hard, rough, good at giving head, anal.....that's it. Now she thought about being tied up, and not just the physical aspects...but the emotions it brings, the feelings...the helplessness...the giving of control....the trust.

She was shy at first...about admitting she liked being spanked...not just the pain it caused....but the embarrassment...and how that in turn had turned her on too...that opened the door to being degraded...and that she enjoyed it....small steps taken...

She loves the thought I put into scenes....into the aftercare. You can't have one without the other...she had had some rough experiences with men. But this was different...she had a say in what we did...how she was treated....safe words....and how they work....

Tonights play will be the chair.... something new for her to experience...she's dressed for me...enjoying me telling her what to wear....

The room is set.... everything in place....I just have to wait for that knock on the door....