Stay tuned for part 2 of Mel's adventures. Lots of fun ahead!
"So you're staying...right!"
Reg stated like he was about to roll up his sleeves and get to work on a very challenging task. I wriggled a little in my seat to get comfy and gave him the big eyes again, hoping to get a "rise" out of him. He ignored it and I felt myself pout slightly...yes pout! WTF was going on with me. Enjoy the ride remember? I chastised myself.
"The next thing you need to know about is the people." He began.
"We are average people with average needs yet we know where our place is. I, for instance, I am a Dominant, so I will always be in relationships where I am in control. I don't mean this to be demeaning to women or that I want to be cruel or I don't care about my partner's needs, on the contrary. I care a great deal about my partners needs and I am prepared to guide them to ensure they are completely happy and sated."
He leaned back turning towards me, it was very intimate and cozy. I was really enjoying this view into a new sexual world that I never thought I would dare to explore, but here I was, contemplating sucking this guy off and maybe....m..a..y..b..e....letting him go even further. If I had to admit it to someone, I could almost admit to myself, I sort of liked the "daddy" thing, a little slap and tickle if you will. So for now I would giggle, coo and act like a little girl for my new friend...err...daddy....it's sort of weirding me out but let's take this bike for a ride and decide later what I hate about it.
"So tell me...Reg, how can I tell a Dominant from a submissive so I don't embarrass myself in the future?"
I asked giving him my cute face. He looked down his nose at me and said nothing for several minutes. He just looked at me, no expression on his face, more time passed. I waited but couldn't contain myself. I started to feel nervous, why was he just staring at me, what had I said or done, was he angry??
"..err..hello! earth to Reg...will you answer me?...please..." I asked adding a sweet little "please" on the end.
He gave me what I can only describe as an arrogant, I told you so smirk.
"what??" I insisted. "Did I say something strange? TELL ME!!" I demanded.
He chuckled and took my hand and patted it with the other one as he rested our hands on his knee.
"You see my child, you just demonstrated what you are..." he chuckled again.
"You are obviously a submissive looking for approval and worried about what I think and waiting intently..and impatiently, I might add, for a response to your question."
He smiled at me and continued to hold my hand on his knee. I didn't pull away.
"If you were the Dominant.." he went on. "...you would have done things a little differently."
I pouted and blushed a little looking down at our hands.
"Really?" I responded.
"Now, now..." he patted my hand again.
"Don't feel any worse for it. You are so sweet and need to be treated in a way where you feel safe and secure. Trust me, Mel, you will be happier."
He took my chin and raised it to look at him then leaned in. This is it I thought, he's going in for the kill, to kiss and start the sexual probes, but no...he didn't do that. He leaned in and kissed me on the forehead, then patted my hand again and put it back on my lap and took his hands away. What the fuck was this guy's game?? He was driving me crazy!
"Now, to answer your question. Most Dominants you meet are in control and commanding but never rude. Most submissives are quiet and often have their eyes looking down if they have a "Master" as they don't want to offend anyone. Masters don't speak to other submissives without permission from the Masters and submissives very rarely walk around alone if they are owned. I hope that sheds some light on things. However, in our true meetings where we dress the way we like. A lot of submissives have been collared. So you can tell who the sub is and who the Dom is. This all depends on the people there are so many levels and different sort of people it's hard to define exactly."
"Collared?" I asked.
He smiled at me again, wow, those eyes. I felt myself sighing, I knew he saw it. He chuckled at me again.
"You are an innocent one aren't you?. Collared is when the sub or slave will wear a type of collar that signifies ownership. This can be in the form of an actual dog collar, chain, metal ring or a collar like gold/silver necklace. Gold or silver necklaces are becoming more popular so sub/slaves can wear their collars in the vanilla world without being judged."
"Wow, Reg that sounds a bit like ownership like a dog or something. A bit too scary for me." I told him.
He scrutinized me closely and took my hand again, moving it to his thigh, which made my heart leap.
"You misunderstand, my little Mel. The collaring goes both ways and comes with a specific ceremony, like a wedding."
I was a bit taken a back.
"A wedding?? So people are there and everything??" I asked.
"It depends, it's a very personal thing. This ceremony symbolises a deep commitment on both parties. The sub/slave promises to obey at all times no matter what, and promises to commit his/her life to the dedication of making their Dom/Master happy. Always there for their pleasure and to serve. The collar shows ownership and the sub/slave is now under their Masters protection." He explained.
I grumbled. "Sounds a bit one sided to me."
"No, No Mel, it isn't. As part of the ceremony the Dom/Master also commits to protect their property under all circumstances and ensures he/she will never cross the line past the outlined agreed Hard limits of the sub/slave. They promise security, love, contentment to serve and amazing sex. It's actually much more difficult being a Master than a slave, trust me."
His eyes gleamed while he told his tale of how this world worked and I had to admit I was curious. No man had ever gotten my attention for this long not unless he had his cock in my mouth, which rarely happened for this long anyway, most guys blew their load in under 10 minutes....tops!
"What is a Hard limits agreement?" I asked.
"Ah, very good question."
He smiled and patted my hand like you would a child you were teaching or telling a story to.
"Well, Hard limits are limits or boundaries that a sub/Dom wont cross. For instance, some subs like to be slapped in the face while others would never do it...hard limit. Some subs want to be whipped and others don't..hard limit. Some Doms refuse to strangle or suffocate their subs even if they want it...Also a hard limit. These limits are usually worked out before the sub or the Dom engage in any sexual encounters...oh yes, then there's the safe word."
He leaned in close to my face and I shivered, he brushed the back of his hand down my cheek and whispered.
"What's your safe word my little Mel? ...hmmmmm?"
I gulped, didn't mean to but shit this guy was really and truly getting under my skin.
"..what?? safe word? For what?...I don't understand...Reg" I breathed back at him.
