ravenesspet:I recall being curious, or better yet, intrigued with BDSM since my early teens. At th
ravenesspet: I recall being curious, or better yet, intrigued with BDSM since my early teens. At the age of 17, I serendipitously fell into a role of dominating men much older than myself. I did this for a good few years and became incredibly bored. I set out to rekindle my relationship with power exchange, by seeking out a suitable Dominant, whom I felt worthy and deserving, of my servitude. After spending about ten months sniffing around, a particular individual captured my attention. I observed him from afar for a spell and decided to introduce myself. We then spent a great number of weeks getting to know each other and honing in on whether or not we were potentially well matched. This was an important process, as I made many discoveries about myself and my kink tendencies. One gloriously fine afternoon, after having lunch, it had been decided that I would go into training. It was all very old fashion, rousingly formal and held a hint of romantic juiciness, to it. Like the gentleman he was and is, he walked me to my car. He asked for my keys, which I handed to him without hesitation. He proceeded to unlock my door and open it. In silent compliance, I hopped in the car seat facing him. After handing me my keys, he looked me into the eyes, flashed a beaming smile and said these words, “I can’t wait to slap that pretty face of yours. Have a lovely afternoon.” Then he disappeared into the canvas. My pelvic muscles went into ecstatic fits of spasms. At that moment, it was confirmed; I had chosen well. I sighed with contentment, thinking to myself. “It’s about fucking time!” RavenessKitten -- source link