A Dance in the Dungeon…
I set out to Sir's dungeon on a markedly cold February afternoon. It is gray, cloudy and noticeably hushed in my little corner of the city. It is quiet with a deceptive calm. I appreciate the easy demeanor of the day. It offsets my nerves. I am equal parts excited and contemplative on my uber ride, over. I surprise myself,considering that I finally give myself permission to play in my first bdsm scene with a professional dom. Finished with my last meeting of the day,I can finally unwind. I smile, shyly at all of the possibilities of the days session. I've done enough research to gather a fair expectation about what our time will look like, or so I think.
I watch the gps, and the time dance together, as we get closer to my meeting time.My thoughts drift, minutes race. A Crescendo, a sudden stop. 3pm....Its time.
"Don't be early, don't be late".
I feel like a triumphant brat.Ive managed to complete Sirs first challenge. I exit the car to see Sir,dressed immaculately in a navy striped suit. He is just as charming and enthralling as his proceeded reputation has described. "God paid attention to the details when he made him". I blush,studying his face, his suit,his hands. Butterflies. Im greeted with kindness and welcome.We make small talk, we laugh. Im surprised by how organic and natural this all feels.
I enter The dungeon, a warm and relaxing space, just as detailed and meticulous and artful as sir is himself. The art lined walls,the temperature, the scent, the lighting all carefully placed with finetuned precision,every aspect an even more welcoming and alluring invitation into this delicious space.
"Leave your shoes here,please....follow me ". We sit to talk about how Im feeling and better acquaint ourselves with expectations for the session before moving into a tour of the space. "I tend to talk alot during this portion...forgive me" sir intercepts as he educates me on his technique and toys.
"No,please I love this"! The sapiosexual in me is completely taken in by all of this.
"Can I show you how this feels?" Im encouraged to feel one of Sirs toys."BDSM doesnt have to be scary or painful. This tool has the look of intimidation but its not painful at all right?" He demonstrates. Gently pushing me against the wall. His strong hands around my neck he brings the toy into focus. "You know that this isnt sharp enough to hurt you, but the look of this alone is enough to intimidate you" I moan.
Just like that, He already has me under his spell.
We move into my session. There is a short measure of time as I await the start of our session,I am unbelievably calm and at ease with anticipation. The Music starts, My eyes close, blindfolded as my heartbeat slows. My senses heighten. I drift a bit into ease and relaxation......I feel warm oil paint me as my legs and feet are caressed. I drift again into soft and gentle touches. Sirs approach dances between primal , soft and strong. Growls,kisses, spanks,affirmation,dirty talk,caresses... not one part of my body left unserved.My senses tangoe between heat, wax, and cold. I melt into this massage, like clay im being molded in Sirs hands. A master craftsman.
I move in and out of time. Bliss.A different part of my body sings with each new sensation. Entranced.
"Now....I want to play a game"....Sir commands. "The game has 1 rule, 1 rule is fair and easy right?" "No matter how good your pussy feels...I dont care what happens you dont cum without my permission." A determined brat, I am ready to win my 2nd challenge of the day...I'll spare you the time with a plot twist...I fail. My entire body opens up in praise and adoration. The music in the room is completely interrupted by my feral screams and moans as my pussy responds with pure unadulterated pleasure at the command of Sirs hands and toys. Before I can even try to hold back...Sirs table is cristened by my water works. I broke the only rule...and now I pay. Im led to the St.andrews cross for atonement. Wax play, floggers, then the paddle. A well deserved and pleasurable punishment.
Always a gentleman I am not left without kisses and caresses to ease the sting of my spanking. How can pain and pleasure be this good? Time lingers with more play and pleasure, the music of moans and joy. The music slows, after care.Time winds down. It is quiet again.We cuddle. We laugh... easy and organic. We debrief and talk about the experience. It ends.
Again,ever the gentleman, Sir walks me to my uber. "Text me when you make it in'.. The car ride is met with quiet reflection on our time. Sonia Sanchezs poem#3 plays in my mind "I gather up each sound you make and spread them across the bed,I breathe you and become high". "I surprise myself remembering my own music.I never knew how pleasurable it could be to let go and be unfiltered.The unrequited screams of joy play over and over.
My daydream is interrupted. My phone rings...I forgot to confirm upcoming travel plans with my best friend before the session...shes been trying to reach me. "Where are we headed for the trip?" she asks...I pause...
"How does New York sound? Id love to come back....there's a place you should see when we come in August. I'm actually leaving there now....It was marvelous.".....
End.(chapter 2 dropping August lol)
