There are many things that make a Domme and not all of them are smutty. I'm currently tripping on the power rush I've engineered by gradually taking charge of this man from a distance of several hundred miles away. In the back of the cab, I allow myself a faint smile as I recall the progression of events.
I had been in a lull at the time, not keen to pursue or hunt for a change. I'd had some difficult life situations to navigate and they had been occupying much of my thoughts. Instead of my usual hunting grounds, I'd opted for regular social media interactions, and so it was that I stumbled across him on Reddit. He'd been quite outspoken about an issue in a forum I engage with and this caused my formally dormant Domme to prick her ears up.
From a distance as it were, I observed him parry verbally with others and noted with interest his strong willed personality. There was a definite thrum of curiosity if not a vibe of desire swelling within me at the thought of breaking the will of such a man. Of course this was ridiculous since I had no idea of his age or looks or life situation. So dastardly as I am, I made a second account -- a ditsy flirty twenty something and used it to interact with him, to test. To gather further information.
Alas, but not unhappily, Ditsy flirty Lauren who was purposefully an open book, clearly didn't appeal to Phil_8888. He wasn't rude or anything, but he shut down her advances in a short space of time. But not before he'd explained he was much older than she and married.
I stayed away for a few days after that, thinking. Neither LilsexiLauren27 nor Bathshebatoyou77 were online at all till the following week. Lauren offered an apology via direct message to Phil for being so forward. His response to her was brief.
"No worries."
Bathshebatoyou77 (me) limited herself to merely posting responses in the forum, usually enigmatic ones I had concocted whilst supping my evening gin. One in particular caught his eye.
He'd posted about the use of soundtracks in films -- fairly normal considering we were both members of the Film&Cinema forum. He'd commented about the 2017 Dunkirk film that he'd just watched and how distractingly loud he'd found the soundtrack. I posted a little known piece of trivia, that according to Sir Kenneth Branagh, thirty Dunkirk survivors in their mid nineties who attended the premiere in London, stated that the movie had accurately captured the event, but that the soundtrack was louder than the actual bombardment.
Phil_8888's response was light hearted.
"Hey! I'm not ninety! I just don't like the feeling of my eardrums bursting whilst watching a movie."
Inexplicably, he'd added a winky face emoji.
I'd not yet begun to flirt up until now. I'd been cautious. But something had made him step out of his usual unapproachable style.
What though?
I could only assume it was the stories I post on Reddit. He must have checked my posting history and had seen them. Later I discovered this to be true.
Before long we were direct messaging, often until the early hours. Initially it was naturally about films and associated subjects, but as time went on, we became more personal. I learnt that he was early fifties and he lived a good distance away from me. He had been unhappily married for some time. (To be fair, I took that with a pinch of salt. It is an oft used line amongst men of a certain type and his 'type' was yet to be seen.') I am nothing if not hugely cynical of humankind in general.
After a few months we swapped numbers and moved to WhatsApp. There we got our first sighting of each other. I felt a definite jolt at seeing his cheeky, sculpted face and broad shoulders. I spent altogether too long examining his profile photo. But when he admitted to me he'd done the same, I didn't feel quite so bad.
The move to WhatsApp was a turning point. We became bolder, more personal. He brought up the topic of my stories.
"I hope you don't mind me saying so but I really like your Domme stories," he said one night. "Is that something you write about from personal experience?"
I chuckled in the dark to myself, surrounded by my whips and chains. I've been asked this question thousands of times. I always reply as I fancy.