From the Beginning
As some of you know, Master and I are very new to this lifestyle. We met in October of last year, and as we are in our late 30’s and have had our share of failed relationships, we were straight up with each other from the first about what we expected, wanted and liked.
I discovered my masochistic side not long before meeting Master. And while it’s very easy to find someone to spank your ass or hurt you, it’s hard as hell to find someone who can dominate you….truly dominate. I am a strong woman, as are many of the slaves/submissives I’ve read about. I must have met 4 or 5 men willing to play dominate, but not one of them actually were. Then I met Master. He is very dominate, very in charge. For the first time in my life, I’m not the one in charge of a relationship. I’m an active participant of course, but he has the final say. And oh my God when he hurts me….I get weak in the knees just thinking about it. He is the boss, period. And I adore being submissive to Him.
I will forever remember the “I like pain” discussion we had. We were on His front porch in the swing, His daughter in the house, when I admitted I enjoyed being hurt. I was sitting with my back against His front, His arms around me. Within minutes He had my boob out and was slapping the shit out of it, making me squirm with pleasure. We quickly realized we weren’t exactly in a private place and reluctantly covered me up. I was so turned on, I just had to have more. I pulled my top away from my shoulder and asked Him to bite me….He bit the shit out of me. It was weeks before the mark disappeared. I was on the verge of an orgasm then. He shoved His hand down my pants and brought me, calling me His pain slut and whore the whole time.
That was it. I had met my match, my Master, my life….and figured it all out within a week of meeting, within two weeks of first talking, in the course of an hour on the front porch swing.
From there we started experimenting. My favorites are the belt and getting slapped in the face. It just flat does it for me. Of course the paintbrush toy and the paint stick are enjoyable too. And we can’t wait to try the stick from a mini blind (thanks Rose). Being tied up and fucked is great, we are working on fist fucking, I loved being choked with his cock and fucked up the ass just as much as i love him fucking my pussy. Oh my, I could go on and on…….(oh man if we don’t get some privacy back we are going to explode!) The point it, we entered this lifestyle completely, happy, and eager to learn all we could.
Which led us here….well, to the Slave Register, then here. We started with Master Coyote’s blog, then started going down his blogroll. We love reading all of your blogs, whether they are real life experiences, second life experiences, or simply great fantasy writing. In the course of reading, we’ve learned about some common “issues” we were having….(it’s one thing to know you’re a submissive, quite another to discover you’re truly a slave) and we found that knowing others were going through or went through the same issues made it much easier to deal with. And of course we’ve discovered stuff we want to try (lots and lots of stuff we want to try!!)
Unfortunately we’ve also discovered horribly judmental people. Somehow I never thought we’d encounter this….naive of me, yes, but damn!! We’re people who own people, who beat the hell out of loved ones and enjoy it, who get beaten and love it, who humiliate, punish, cut, bite, bruise, scar….oh I could go on and on! And yet there are those who look down on others in the lifestyle for liking different things, all just a tad off of what they like or find “acceptable.” I simply don’t understand and I don’t like it at all. We’re none of us perfect, but being accepted for being outside the norm is what I thought finding other like-minded people was about….
Well, for those of you who read all the way to the end, thank you. I needed to vent….all this was very upsetting to me and being able to write it all out helps a lot. And while Master and I are stuck in the “only vanilla sex” world, my posts will be about how we got here, or where we hope to go, or stuff like that instead of being about intense, painful, satisfying sessions. And as a quick side note before I go, this post refers to a recent event….there are times when likes just don’t mesh, that’s not what I consider judgemental.