A letter from a domme...
Dear Gwen,
You asked me what my first true experience was dominating a man and I thought I would share a story that goes back to the very roots of my fascination with the subject.
It's hard to believe, but yes, I spent the final year of high school in a town called Dixon, Montana. The population was a robust 180 people. It was literally the smallest town in the state. It's about 30 or so miles from Missoula.
Interestingly enough, the women outnumbered the men in Dixon, by almost 20 percent. Several places in rural Montana were like that for some reason.
Being part of a military family, we moved quite often. But this was my most difficult move to that point because it was so secluded. I can hear you laughing at the irony, since now you know I'm sort of a big-city gal very much into the nightlife.
I tried so hard to fit in when I moved to Dixon. Grease 2 was in theaters at that time and I remember thinking I wanted to be a member of a group like "The Pink Ladies."
Yeah, right. Fat chance in that town.
But the closest I came was towards the end of my senior year. I had just turned 18, knew I was going to Boise State in the fall, and I just wanted to have some fun before graduation.
Tiffany Clerkson was the most popular girl in school and had a group of friends that followed her all through the halls. They were always talking about a cool party they went to, or a gorgeous guy they hooked up with, or just hanging out on the steps listening to some cool music on one of those big boom boxes. Ah, the '80's.
But anyhoo, one day, the course of my life changed forever when Tiffany asked me if I wanted to hang out with them after school, out in "the hills."
I said, "sure," and was excited to finally make some friends, friends that, in my mind, were pretty darn cool.
Paula Mitchell, a softball player, was there, and Rebecca Finnerty, who starred in the school play, was also there.
There were four of us making the trip. There was a fifth when, to my surprise, Tiffany invited Herman Pickles. Yes, his name was Herman Pickles. One of the goofiest, silliest names I have ever heard, and God bless him, Herman didn't do much to make up for having such a silly name.
He wore big, thick glasses, and baggy clothes that hung off him like a wet sock. Let's face it, Herman embodied the true definition of the word, "dork."
However, I had talked to him before and he was nice, kind of a sweet, lonely kid. I always went out of my way to say hello to him.
I just was surprised the ever popular chick, Ms. Tiffany Clerkson, would befriend him.
But there we went, five fun-spirited 18-year-olds, off to the hills.
Once we got there, we sat around and had some snacks, drank some soda, and Tiffany had Herman pull out a few joints.
She had him carry the weed just in case we got caught. Talk about taking one for the team. Good man, Herman, I thought to myself.
We smoked something called Blue Diesel, which kind of tasted like sour blueberry. It's a perfect daytime companion strain, and the giddy euphoria is sure to bring on spells of laughter, which we'll get to in a minute.
After 45 or so minutes of getting pretty baked, Tiffany suggested that Herman take me up the nearby hill and show me the giant snake that lived in the abandoned fort.
I didn't know what the hell she was talking about.
Dutifully, Herman got up off the nearby log and asked me if I would like to see it, what he said was a Western Terrestrial Garter Snake that slithered around the inside of this old, abandoned domicile that Tiffany described.
He said it was mildly venomous, but we should be able to sneak a peek safely without getting too close. I had my reservations about all this but, sadly, felt the peer pressure to go along with the plan.
We trudged up the hill, and sure enough, there was a bunch of old, rusty boards trying to remain upright, forming what looked to be a fort of some kind, possibly even built by teenagers at some point, who used it for the same type of activities we were indulging in at the moment.
This whole plan seemed pretty sketchy, but Herman confided in me that this supposed giant snake was always hiding out in this makeshift hangout.
He darted over to one of the broken windows, peeked inside, and said it was in there.
He said I would get more of an effect if I closed my eyes while he led me over. I bit.
Once he led me over, I heard a strange, unzipping sound, and tried to pretend it was just my imagination. When he told me to open my eyes, Herman's tall, lanky form blocked the window. I couldn't see into the fort.
Instead, I looked down, and was shocked what I saw.
Herman had taken out his penis, and let it hang limp down along the front of his brown corduroys.
I was shocked. Appalled. But I have to say, curious.
To that point, I had never seen a penis up close and personal. And there it was, front and center, presenting itself for my hurried gaze.
Did I mention? Herman's penis was...FUCKING HUGE!
Again, I wasn't too familiar with penises at that point in my development, but Herman's didn't seem to be the least bit hard yet managed to dangle down betwixt his lower thighs!?
I can still hear myself gasping, "oh my God," and it was not only in sheer surprise that Herman Pickles had whipped out his pickle, but rather that his pickle was more like a substantial cucumber.
After what seemed like 10 minutes but was probably more like seven or eight seconds, I abruptly turned around and headed briskly down the hill.
Before I could even make my trip back to the group, I could hear the three of them laughing their heads off.
"You're officially part of the club," Paula shouted out. "You've seen Herman Pickles' monster penis!"
I couldn't believe it. I had just fallen victim to some sort of perverted hazing.
And I have to say, I kind of liked it.
It was so risqué, so off the beaten path. Being subjected to such a raw dose of full frontal male nudity derived a certain wicked thrill.
Still in shock, I asked "you do this to all the new girls in your group?"
"Every single one," Tiffany impressed upon me. "Herman's always a good sport about it. And let's face it...he's a freak of nature (laugh)..."
Calling Herman a freak seemed rather harsh, but I have to say, the word truly applied. Gwen, listen to me, this was horse material (lol)...
Herman, still struggling to get his soft member back in his overmatched pants, had stumbled down the hill as he returned to the group. You had to laugh.
"We were just talking about your giant penis," laughed Paula.
"Biggest dick in Dixon," quipped Rebecca.
Penis euphemisms always crack me up, and Rebecca's was the one to break the ice that day.
What really cracked me up was the fact these three seemingly sheltered girls from a small town in Montana began to nonchalantly go on and on about Herman's prodigious wiener.
"I didn't think it was real," I said aloud, only making them laugh more. "It's so big..."
To my surprise, Tiffany, ever so calmly, suggested Herman take down his pants so I could have a longer, extended look at Herman's truly prodigious trouser snake.
Also to my surprise, I didn't object.
Herman wasted no time in unbuttoning his pants and zipping down his fly. He dropped his brown corduroys, revealing a pair of tighty whities that had a rather large, almost obscene bulge wrapping around the front of his left leg.
Paula and Rebecca already started to chuckle.
This time, I got to see Herman's penis being freed from its cloth confines. It just sort of flopped out, making it that much more comical.
"Holy crap," I had to say, as I began to loosen up.
