D/s II

Its been a while since I posted, because I, well… lets say I’ve been distracted.

Last post I wondered what would happen on an evening of dance-practice with Dominant Man. Quite a lot, I can say! Halfway the evening we discussed whether it’s easier to follow someone’s lead while blindfolded. I, stubbornly,  claimed that it wouldn’t matter, because I dance with my eyes closed anyway. So he got a blindfold an put it on me… and didn’t take it off until hours later. Hot, sweaty, painful, thrilling, horny, excruciating hours later. He was right, a blindfold does matter: it puts me right into sub-mode. He cuffed my hands together, spanked me, hit me with a lot of things I don’t remember (and some of which I do: I had bruises from the cane until a week later), undressed me somewhere along the line, almost made me come. It’s all very hazy in my mind, so I’m not sure what happened and in which order, but it was great.

That man really knows how to have sex, how to dominate. I’ve had my share of good sex, but this…

After which we cuddled, kissed, cuddled en kissed some more. Last few weeks we spent dancing, swimming, talking, doing whatever fun stuff, and having extremely great bdsm-sex on a regular basis. And I fell in love. A lot, not just a fling thing… He feels the same way, it’s amazing. We’re so different yet such a good match.

So now we have a D/s (yes, my second one…) and also a relationship. Wow, what the fuck happened there? A relationship?! It really got serious in a short while. Yesterday morning I woke up next to him. Another woman on my other side, a lot of friends were staying over and three people fit easily in his huge bed. I turned around and he hugged me, still half asleep. And then it hit me: I really am going to miss him when I’m away. Miss him a lot.

Damn..

And then there still is the age-difference thing. He is 27 years older.. I’ve decided: fuck it, we’ll see. It’s great and wonderful for now, the future is another day.

So that’s what I’ve been up to, how about you?