"This was the night that our friendship became erotic. We also continued our regular chats, but they often would become sexual. In the year that followed, I had around eight sessions of my own with him. But this was the beginning..."
As a reader might recall from my first chapter, I had met Mark, an older Dom, who introduced me to the concept of BDSM, or D/s, if you will. After spending time chatting about it, he invited me to watch a scene over Skype and it was soul-changing for me and led to my first personal experience.
It was a couple of months later. Although the scene script would be largely the same as what I had witnessed, during the process I would be exposed to the preparations and activities that occurred off camera. My chats with Mark continued and our relationship continued to gain clarity and intimacy, as I pursued more questions. Finally, a date was selected.
A week before, Mark had sent me a long, detailed email with our scenario. It would unfold exactly as he had written it, so I pretty much knew about everything that would occur before the day arrived.
He asked me if I wanted the experience exactly as he described in his email, yes or no? I was to suspend having any orgasms during the week before our session. He would pick me up, and we would have a drink in the pub. He told me he would ask something of me.
When the evening arrived, he picked me up at the train and we went to the pub. After one or two drinks he asked me "if I had brought" something for him. I knew from his email what he meant. I knew I was to go to the toilet. There I had one last choice, stay, or go. If I wanted to go ahead with everything he described in the email, I was to remove my panties and give them to him. If I wasn't sure, I could leave the pub and go home. We'd be equally good friends no, hard feelings.
I remember so well how my body was literally shaking as we were in the pub that evening. By this point I knew him so well and trusted him completely -- but this day it felt so different. It would be passing a threshold from which I would never be able to truly return.
Of course, I brought him my panties. As I did, I noticed they were wet.
We walked to his house. It was only a few streets away. On the way he walked slightly behind me and slapped my bum a few times. Outside the door of his house, he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. He gave me a kiss on the mouth and guided me inside.
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In accordance with the script he had sent me, I knew what was expected. He had said that he would leave a glass and bottle in the kitchen, and that I would get it and serve him a drink.
He sat on his sofa and as agreed, I went to his kitchen to get his drink.
There I found the bottle and glass as expected. Next to them was a note and a present. The note told me to unpack my present and wear it, and only it.
It was a fishnet, see through long top/dress, more lingerie than dress, really.
I was so nervous. I undressed there in his kitchen, opened the package and put this top on. It barely covered my bum. With his drink I walked back to him. This would be the first time that I would be essentially naked in front of him. I was wet and so very aroused.
He sat there waiting and I had to stand in front of him. I gave him the drink and stood there. He told me to turn around very slowly, and he looked me up and down -- inspecting me -- taking in my body.
In that moment I was only focusing on myself and what was happening. Later I imagined what the other women had been through.
He stood up and told me to hold my hands high up above my head. He walked around me slowly. Now touched me, soft and gently. My belly, back, bum, breasts, neck, face. I was trembling and shaking under his gaze, at his touch. I felt so exposed. Not only my body, but my soul. As though there was nothing I could hide. He touched every part of me, and left me nothing of my own.
As he walked around me, he whispered to me, telling me how beautiful I was, how available, obedient, sexy.
He went to a desk and came back with black leather wrist and ankle straps and put them on me. To put on the ankle straps he had me raise one leg at a time and place my foot on his knee, making me feel even more exposed.
He finished his drink and took me upstairs.
The room I had seen on Skype was on the top floor of his house. Almost the entire top floor was one open space. Except at the top of the stairs, he had a small bathroom.
We walked into the main room, and he stood me in the center. Like the woman I had seen, he tied my wrists to a rope and pulled me up until I could barely stand on my toes. Almost hanging.
The room was dark with only one light above me and some low red lights in a corner.
