A story of what might have been a dream. Names have been changed.
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One evening I was looking through profiles on a BDSM website and came across one for a local Mistress, she was developing a new dungeon and she was asking for suitable subs for her to try it out on. Someone to test the new equipment and layout on. I read the ad over and over again, this was as rare as rocking horse shit. In rural New Zealand you never ever saw a female Domme looking for subs. My first thought was that it was probably a scam, but what the hell, worth a try.
I answered immediately, posting that I'd happily volunteer to have her try out her new gear on me. I said I'd been into the scene for 20 years and that I was sane. This was on her page online, so it was there for all to see. I said I was local and that I loved her outfit in the photo, Red in a stunning black corset dress a fishnet body and thigh high boots, very sexy and very Domme looking. She had the unmistakable look of a true Domme, one who held authority and was given respect without asking for it.
Mistress Red replied very quickly and said that she was just putting the finishing touches to her dungeon and was curious as to what I would make of it. She told me that she was shamelessly sadistic, which I confessed worried me as the last thing I would describe myself as was a pain slut. But what was a sub to do, I had the chance just to be in the presence of a Domme and to talk about my passion, so I'd just have to take some pain.
As I read her message I was so excited, I said that it was an honour to be granted to chance to meet with her and that I was lucky to be he guinea pig. I said that I was truly looking forward to seeing the dungeon, which indeed I was. The first moment a sub sees a new dungeon is always an exciting one for a sub slut like me.
Then to see her next message in response to a question of what she wanted was the following "I want to lure you all to my dungeon and hurt you bad." Inducing pain would become a common theme.
Mistress Red then asked the most wondrous question for a sub to hear. "And what is your particular fancy slave?"
I couldn't type fast enough, I really couldn't believe that after the first message it had even gone this far. I said bondage, humiliation, and all things anal, I went on to say that I'd just got into forced cross-dressing and the humiliation that goes with that, nipple torture, CBT and spanking but that I was not a pain slut.
Then just in case I added my email in case that helped.
Receiving the reply of "I shall resume communications on your email address and giving me hers was followed by her saying that she looked forward to meeting me, although it pained her to say so.
Then the message on my kink email that was both wonderful and shattering, yes we'd meet but her actual words were something like "I won't be going near yours or anyone else's asshole as my partner just isn't comfortable with me doing that and I don't want to do anything to upset him."
Anal is my drug of choice, fingers, dildos, plugs, strap-ons (oh how I love to be fucked by a strong woman wearing a big strap-on) they were all the things I truly loved to be trained in. To know that I had no chance of those was a massive loss. But I wanted to meet and see if I could help anyway.
Effectively the first few messages were an interview process with Red considering if I really could help and bring anything to the party. She explained that she'd like to meet, but in a busy place just in case I turned out to be a a complete psycho. I laughed at that and then Red suggested that we meet in the park and have a little picnic, I wasn't sure how to answer that as I didn't want to upset her, but thought it wasn't the best idea in a small town.
In the end I said that meeting out in an open public place worried me a bit and we might end up with some questions to answer, she laughed and agreed.
So we set the time to meet in the pub, over a drink at lunchtime, with Red even suggesting the table we could get to have some privacy, ours was not a conversation we wanted anyone listening to.
I got there early, so, so keen to meet her and wanting to get a good table and most importantly wanting to revel in the anticipation. The private table Red suggested was taken, so I ordered a pint and set myself down at another table, with a good view of both the entrances. It's amazing the feeling you get as a sub, just before you meet a Domme, breathless, excited, hard and utterly aroused, but with no idea how it might go.
Then she came in, her gorgeous auburn hair explaining the name Red. She looked around, saw me rise from the table to greet her and smiled. A quick kiss on the cheek and the hellos which I expected to be awkward but in truth weren't and then we both sat down. The reality of sitting down with a virtual stranger to discuss all sorts of kinks and facets of BDSM struck both of us. But I was also hugely excited.
Vivacious was the only word that struck me as we began to talk. She was lively, animated and so enthusiastic, it was infectious, and not even a hint of the anti-social person she described herself as.
Dressed in green, auburn hair tumbling over her shoulders, she looked stunning, fabulously curvy with a beautiful ass and glorious breasts, that I just wanted to nuzzle into, eyes of ice blue that looked right into me. I knew you shouldn't think those things as a sub, but I couldn't help it, she was utterly alluring, I was transfixed from the start. A state of arousal that would only strengthen over time.
But as always all a sub can do is admire from afar, or from a kneeling position, or whilst in bondage. A helpless, hopeless admiration and a doomed one, but one that cannot be denied.
Very little small talk was needed, we pretty much cut to the chase.
Red explained that the dungeon was nearly complete, but that she thought it was too early to show me that today and it was better to just chat.
I was crestfallen, I'd so hoped that we would see the dungeon and even held a silly fantasy that we might have some sort of session that day, I'd even prepared by shaving my balls my ass crack and giving myself an enema before I came out. Knowing full well that it was likely to be irrelevant, but better to be prepared I thought.
I tried not to show my disappointment and just said that it made sense just to chat for our first time meeting, even though I really didn't think that.
I got her a drink and we continued to chat animatedly, the odd word, sissy, bondage, whipping... possibly drifting off across the bar, with one table of giggly ladies potentially overhearing. This just made it more exciting for both of us, we weren't holding back.