"You're a what!!" My Bestie Asked as we were talking over lunch on a Saturday afternoon.
I replied again more slowly, "I am a masochist, I love pain. Especially during sex."
"Good grief girl friend, You are already a slutty whore. Now you say you want pain?" she had said as she ate another bit of pizza. "You been with every guy in town I think. What makes you a masochist?"
Pulling my blouse and bra aside briefly, I exposed the nipple clamps on my tits. Self imposed and on rather tight. The swelling of my nipples was obvious.
Almost spitting out her bit of food she all but yells "WTF Bitch, you are crazy!!"
"Its pleasurable to me, makes me wet down there." I replied quietly.
"Are you an exhibitionist also?" She asked.
"Well. Yes I am. I tend to go around the house nude or with some provocative clothing on."
Replying "that's normal for anyone." She taking a sip from her drink.
I continued, "Not with all the shades opened up in the night so people can see my needing body."
"What is your body needing? I think you have just lost your mind." She stated questioning.
"Its what I have always done. I just never talked about it with you or anyone. I do live alone you know."
"We've know each other for years and now you just tell me you are a crazy flasher woman wanting pain?"
Of course now I had to spill it all. Leaving my bestie all kinds of speechless of my BDSM Fantasies. We finished our day out shopping. Eyeing the men with nice packages we both wanted. She went up to one and got a date for later. I had plans already with a Dominate Man from the local dungeon I frequent. Something I have not talked about to anyone. Just enjoyed the hell out of it when it happens. The rosy ass cheeks and swollen nipples of a rough sex night with a random sexual encounter. The trips to the dungeon leaving me wanting more of the pain and cum leaking down my legs. Wanting to submit to a special man who would make me his in ways that I never dreamed of.
Hugging, we went on our ways after our shopping trip.
"Call me when tomorrow after your date 'slut'" I said as we were parting ways.
She replied out "You know I will, 'whore'.
We both laughed out asses off on the way to our cars.
3 Hours later........
I had spent a bit of time making sure I was presentable. I wasn't sure what I was to wear in such an occasion. I sure didn't want to go looking like a hooker, but I sure didn't want to look like an office prude. I selected something casually comfy somewhat revealing but not slutty or hooker looking.
Arriving at the Coffee shop, I checked my hair and make up. Reapplying my lipstick. Getting out of the car, I went nervously into the coffee shop on a side road. Meeting this new man who claims he is a Dominating was scary to say the least. Even the vanilla dates come with its hazards. A girl has to be cautious about everything and feel out the man no matter what. So we agreed on this public place. The Buddha Coffee Café was the place. Having heard of it I wanted to give it a try out anyways. I felt at easy with the décor and serenity of the Buddhist flair in the place.
He made his way to me in the bustling place and introduced himself as David. He made it clear I was to call him Sir going forward. I was thinking he was a bit full of himself at first. What kind of guy is that secure he wants a girl to call him Sir from the beginning? But a desperate pain slut is in need of a lot of things. Being the pain slut I am, (at least I think I am) I also like to get used sexually in a painful way. I get off on the pain of a spanking and a large hard cock buried deep in one of my holes. My favorite is being restrained in a stocks with my ass out ready for use. Or my mouth lol>>>> Then to be spanked while I am being face fucked by another.
Standing in line next to him to get a coffee, he chatted away at whatever it was. I drifted off into a daydream about gosh knows what. The line moved quickly and we got our drinks, I went to pay for mine and he took the bill. I was shocked. I have had so many "dates" where I ended up footing the bill because he either didn't show up or was "out of money". Either way they were losers to say the least.
We made our way to some empty seats in a corner that seemed like no one ever used. I sat down and he sat next to me in the booth. I am thinking he is damn bold to just sit next to me like that. I went into another daydream about how much a guy like this would mean to me in my life. That idea of someone wanting to truly be a part of the life I have been building. Little did I know what I was really getting into. Something I would find out later in my dealings with David. Ooops Sir.
Breaking my day dream David said, "What are you looking for lovely?"
Perplexed, the answer came kind of shyly out of my mouth, "Pain and sex Sir."
"You're at least honest. What other things are you into besides pain" He asked
Not really knowing what to say, "I have these fantasies that are of me being a sub or slave to a man. To be his little fuck toy. More so his whipping post or something. Honestly, I am probably just a little lost on this. The pain is what turns me on. The sensual beginnings getting me started then the pains that top me off to lose myself in orgasmic pleasure."
A goofy look comes across his face. "Well, Yes I think you are bit confused. First, I think you may have some masochistic thoughts or desires. Then there needs to be trust involved. That kind of trust that would allow no doubt to the safety of the submissive. IT doesn't got for only a woman, but a man in the same submissive role. Do you understand what I am saying little one?"
"Kinda Sir." I replied a bit more lost than I was. "You are saying nothing will happen?"
"Basically yes. At least at first. The sub has to learn to trust the Dom in that as nothing will happen against the subs will or negotiated terms. At the same time, the Dom has to learn to trust that the sub will be a loyal and trusting. No questions asked from either party. " Continuing on He said, "If that trust doesn't exist, the scene or playtime will not be as enjoyable for either."
As he talked his hand found my thigh. I was a bit concerned at first then, realizing that there was no real danger I went back to listening intently to what he had to say. His words and voice had an effect on me that I could not understand. Just that he was so calming.
"For a true Dom, the sex or the act of spanking or torturing the sub is not all that what it is that gets us off 100%. Its know that we have that control over the sub and he or she will do anything to please the Dom. Not just getting their own jollies. The same hold true in reverse. Its like a marriage or dating. You can't just go into a serious relationship not trusting your partner. That is what we have going on here. The beginnings of a relationship. At least so I feel may happen."
I nodded and felt his hand moving along my thigh. Never really getting inside or close to my now damp pussy. But nonetheless, I was having to learn to trust that he would not go further without us having had discussing it.
"Yes Sir, I am understanding better now." As I finally replied his hand moved away and started to sketch out some things on a napkin.
Showing me the sketch, He starts to explain some pieces of the lifestyle, "You see here is a St. Andrews Cross. Many a sub or slave has spent time on one of these. Facing to or away from the Dom. Giving an access to the parts of the body they are wanting. Of Course, it takes months of learning each other before one can get into this part of the lifestyle. Being tied to a contraption such as this can be very scary for a new sub who wonders if they will be left there to rot. This is the stuff I am sure you are wanting to be. But we are barely past the evening of meeting as it is. Do you have any questions?"
My mind going at a trillion miles a minute was in overload. Not knowing what to say to this man. Who as it turned out, was so damn sexy I want to lose myself with him, his smell was also tantalizing to me.
