A First Scene

A First Scene

This post was a response to a request on a mail list for what first scenes were like...heaven or horror. This was mine. While it ended well, it is also a model of all the things you should not do at a first in-person meeting. I was incredibly lucky. Many are not. Had anything bad happened it would have been my own fault. As luck...or maybe fate would have it, nothing bad happened. This, then, is my first real experience in this wonderful, kinky lifestyle.

Like so many others, mine was a model of what NOT to do. I'd met him on a vanilla channel and he brought me to my first BDSM channel and basically, brought introduced me to the world of D/s and BDSM. Evidently he saw in me what I didn't yet understand myself..the fact that I was a submissive who'd kept that need buried for 40 years. After about 3 months of IRC, email and phone calls, we made arrangements to meet.

Since the place to meet kept changing from my house to a local restaurant and back again, (I think he was as nervous as I was), he had my home address even though we finally agreed on the restaurant. However, wires got crossed when it came to the time. I was about to get in the shower when he showed up at my doorstep. I invited him in. Telling him I'd been about to take a shower, I was told that no, I was about to be given a shower. Thus, my first real life experience at the hands of a Dom was to stand naked in the shower. legs apart, arms up and out and against the wall...a position like you would see police use on TV to search someone...as he gently, but expertly touched, fondled, played with and probed just about every part and orifice of my body using just his hands and voice to keep me from moving...which mostly worked.

After I was dried off, I was told to lay on the bed, keeping my legs spread at all times (I got a stinging slap on the thigh if I let them slip) while my hands were tied over me head with some telephone cord I had laying around. Remember, I was very new and didn't have much in the way of "toys". He did manage to use me most deliciously, though, with a little improvisation, imagination, Ben Gay, bulldog clips, clothepins and an old vibrator that didn't vibrate anymore. Nothing harsh or really painful and he made sure i had a safeword. The telephone cord, when removed from my arms, served as a means of a light, but still stinging whipping. Again, nothing really harsh or painful.

So, again, while it was a model of what NOT to do the first meeting, it left me a little sore, a little warm and hungry for more. I was lucky to count this Dom as Master for a time and Dom for some time longer and while I no longer serve him as sub, we are still...more than friends.....and I am still hungry.