After our experience at the club, I got busy. I sought out shops that carried BDSM gear. Finally, I found a store which was really a sex shop where they had a small section devoted to the stuff. From the limited selection I chose a riding crop, cat-o-nine tails and a solid leather paddle. On our next meeting, I brought them with me to try out on her.
First, I used the cat-o-nine tails. The cat was small and it was made up of thin strips of leather. The edges were, as we were about to find out, very sharp. Needless to say it stung a lot. This one, surprisingly, inflicted more pain than its size would suggest. I went easy on her, wanting to gradually build up on further sessions..
The crop was next. This particular crop was pretty flexible, as they go. It made a nice snapping sound when it hit her flesh. I really liked the sound and she seemed to be enjoying the sensation. I smacked her ass until it became a nice shade of red which looked amazing on her olive skin. I kept at it occasionally feeling the heat from her skin. I reached between her legs and found her to be very wet. she was really enjoying this. This seemed to be one which could be used more frequently.
Finally, I broke out the paddle. This paddle measured about five inches wide by fifteen inches long and had a fiberglass core which made it pretty stiff. The sight of this toy made her shudder. she wasn’t sure that this was something she wanted to try but I had bought these things to be put to use. she understood and was willing to experiment, after all maybe it wouldn’t be too bad.. With each smack she winced in pain, but to my surprise kept coming back for more. she said that this one hurt very much but she also saw the delight I had in making her squirm. she would put up with all the pain since she only wanted to see me happy.
It was the beginning of our exploration into pain and pleasure. As time went on, and we put those first toys to use again and again, we were drawn in further into this scene.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Collared Slave
After reveling in my good fortune, I was now contemplating how to begin this new relationship. The first thing I did was to find a collar and leash so as not to let this one get away. I wasn’t exactly sure where to go for this sort of thing, I had never bought a collar for a human before. The only thing I could think of was the local pet store. I found a very pretty collar, black with sparkling rhinestones. The leash was a simple nylon one. We still have the collar although it has been replaced by a substantial black leather collar with a dog tag and a hefty chain link leash.
On my next visit, I presented her with this article and told her that if she truly wanted to go to these clubs, she would go as my property and this was the way she would be identified as such.
Our first time at the club was an interesting experience. Since she had never been to a fetish club, she was fairly timid and unsure of what was to come. I lead her to the back of the club where several apparatus were set up. There was a spanking bench, St. Andrews Cross and a Steel Pony. We were the center of attention since it was a quiet night and her beauty and naiveté were apparent. We found ourselves a corner and had a private session with some light spanking.
We were totally focused on each other. I was trying to read her responses to what was happening and she focused on the predicament she was in. As I looked up and behind us, I found that we were indeed the center of attention since all the men in the place were surrounding us. Thinking back on it now, the club was filled with men, and I was surprised at the respect we were given as they did not make any unwanted advances on my pet. There was one guy, I believe a younger guy, who was either drunk or not knowledgeable about the social manners of the scene who was trying to get at her. The rest of the crowd would not have any of that and one of the men escorted him away. I was worried that this might put fear into her and sour her on this situation. However, what she experienced with the crowd coming to our defense, made her comfortable and we both relaxed. She had seen first hand that the community is, as we all know, a safe place to express yourself.
We finished our visit and made our way back to her apartment extremely charged about what we had just experienced. I had seen for the first time that she was not all talk, she was for real. There was something in her, she had confessed, that made her feel as a submissive all her life. As we got to know each other better she confided in me that at an early age, while all her friends were playing Cowboys and Indians, she had fantasized about being tied to a tree and rescued.
We were a perfect fit, she with the desire to be controlled and I the controller.
On my next visit, I presented her with this article and told her that if she truly wanted to go to these clubs, she would go as my property and this was the way she would be identified as such.
Our first time at the club was an interesting experience. Since she had never been to a fetish club, she was fairly timid and unsure of what was to come. I lead her to the back of the club where several apparatus were set up. There was a spanking bench, St. Andrews Cross and a Steel Pony. We were the center of attention since it was a quiet night and her beauty and naiveté were apparent. We found ourselves a corner and had a private session with some light spanking.
We were totally focused on each other. I was trying to read her responses to what was happening and she focused on the predicament she was in. As I looked up and behind us, I found that we were indeed the center of attention since all the men in the place were surrounding us. Thinking back on it now, the club was filled with men, and I was surprised at the respect we were given as they did not make any unwanted advances on my pet. There was one guy, I believe a younger guy, who was either drunk or not knowledgeable about the social manners of the scene who was trying to get at her. The rest of the crowd would not have any of that and one of the men escorted him away. I was worried that this might put fear into her and sour her on this situation. However, what she experienced with the crowd coming to our defense, made her comfortable and we both relaxed. She had seen first hand that the community is, as we all know, a safe place to express yourself.
We finished our visit and made our way back to her apartment extremely charged about what we had just experienced. I had seen for the first time that she was not all talk, she was for real. There was something in her, she had confessed, that made her feel as a submissive all her life. As we got to know each other better she confided in me that at an early age, while all her friends were playing Cowboys and Indians, she had fantasized about being tied to a tree and rescued.
We were a perfect fit, she with the desire to be controlled and I the controller.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Kindered Souls
Sixteen years ago I had the extreme luck to find someone with whom I have shared a journey. The road we have chosen is not one that your friends and family could ever imagine. Over the years, we have met so many great people that have the same ideology. We have learned from our friends and had experiences that neither of us could have imagined in the beginning.
We met at a bar in NYC. she looked beautiful sitting at the table next to me. Our eyes met on may occasions I had to strike up a conversation with her. she was fairly new in this country and was out with friends from work. I, too, was with colleagues. My friends had plans after the bar that I didn't care for so I asked her group if they would mind if a stranger tagged along with them. I'll never forget that night there were fireworks celebrating Independence day and we went to see it from the Brooklyn side of the East River. It was immediately apparent that we were on the same page. We joked as though we knew each other for years. We enjoyed the same music and so many other things. We felt we were kindered souls just waiting for the right time and place to meet.
Well, it happened that night in the bar.
Not wanting this one to get away, I immediately made plans to see her two days later. We met after work for a date. We did all the things a couple might do while courting; movies, dinners etc.
It was at one of these dinners that the relationship we now share was kindled. After closing a sidewalk cafe in Greenwich Village at something like 3am, I took her back to her apartment by cab. In the back of this cab, we continued talking and getting more and more acquainted with each other.
Then it happened. she asked me the types of nightclubs I frequented. Now you should understand, I was curious about the BDSM scene for a while and had recently started to check out the NYC scene. So my answer, almost without thought, was that I went to fetish clubs. Biting my lip as it escaped my mouth, I hoped I didn't just screw up a potentially great relationship. The response was one that to this day still resounds in my head, and has forever changed my life:
We met at a bar in NYC. she looked beautiful sitting at the table next to me. Our eyes met on may occasions I had to strike up a conversation with her. she was fairly new in this country and was out with friends from work. I, too, was with colleagues. My friends had plans after the bar that I didn't care for so I asked her group if they would mind if a stranger tagged along with them. I'll never forget that night there were fireworks celebrating Independence day and we went to see it from the Brooklyn side of the East River. It was immediately apparent that we were on the same page. We joked as though we knew each other for years. We enjoyed the same music and so many other things. We felt we were kindered souls just waiting for the right time and place to meet.
Well, it happened that night in the bar.
Not wanting this one to get away, I immediately made plans to see her two days later. We met after work for a date. We did all the things a couple might do while courting; movies, dinners etc.
It was at one of these dinners that the relationship we now share was kindled. After closing a sidewalk cafe in Greenwich Village at something like 3am, I took her back to her apartment by cab. In the back of this cab, we continued talking and getting more and more acquainted with each other.
Then it happened. she asked me the types of nightclubs I frequented. Now you should understand, I was curious about the BDSM scene for a while and had recently started to check out the NYC scene. So my answer, almost without thought, was that I went to fetish clubs. Biting my lip as it escaped my mouth, I hoped I didn't just screw up a potentially great relationship. The response was one that to this day still resounds in my head, and has forever changed my life:
"CAN YOU TAKE ME THERE?"
I was at once stunned and elated. We continued the discussion for the duration of the ride. Unfortunately, it ended too soon, we had arrived at her apartment. We made plans to meet for lunch the following day.
As I continued my trip home that night, my thoughts raced wildly. How, among all of the women in New York City, had I become so lucky to find my match. Again it became clear to me: KINDERED SOULS.
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