You ever wonder what it is like to do something really extreme? I've not only dreamed of it, I've done it numerous times. " What's extreme," you may ask. How about riding a bike down the side of a mountain at 120 miles per hour, a bicycle not a motorcycle? How about driving 200 mph down the New York State Northway and Thruway? Repelling? Freehand mountain climbing? Parasailing? Shooting trap with a pistol? I've done them all.
But the most extreme, the most adrenalin pumping, heart-pounding, dangerous stunt I've ever done never did for me what being a submissive slut for a large breasted dominant woman did for me. I mean, think about it, what could you do that is more dangerous than giving absolute and total control over your body to another? I know the first time I ever did just that I was on an adrenalin high for about 3 days straight. I didn't even end up sleeping for that whole time.
I know I've told, in a previous story, about how I had my first experience in a NYC bondage club called Paddles but the funny thing about the experience is what happened later to me. You see, instead of it ending my desires for the lifestyle, one that til then I was totally unfamiliar with, it deepened them. Maybe it was just the eye-opening part of the experience, but suddenly I started to see things, situations as well as people, differently. Instead of seeing just possible friends I started to see possible Mistresses, possible slaves, possible subs, possible switches, possible situations that I had not imagined before.
So, I suppose, I was not entirely surprised to find what I began looking for subconsciously--a Mistress. Mistress Nancy was a person I worked with, in my capacity as bouncer at her club occasionally, that I was interested in sexually although up to that point nothing had ever happened. As a bouncer I was used to thinking about people as a number, in my mind a 0T through a 5T, each "T" was a threat level assessment with 0T being no threat and 5T being a most likely threat. I never dreamed prior to my NYC experience of another way of assessing the people I saw on a daily basis, but after it things changed immensely.
Somehow, and I don't remember what brought the change on, Nancy, soon to become my Mistress, started looking at me differently, talking to my differently, treating me differently, but somehow it seemed so natural now I didn't notice the change at the time. Looking back I guess is 20/20 hindsight, but then I never noticed all the other little things she had me do that made me more and more subservient to her at the time. I guess it just seemed right to give her a massage in the bar in front of everyone, even when massaging her back brought her to orgasm loudly. Or, maybe, just maybe, it was normal to send a bouncer into the women's dressing rooms to help them change, but it was something I'd never done before that is for sure.
