*WARNING: There might be content in this post that may bother some.

I left off my last post with a bit of a cliffhanger. To recap, I was out for coffee (which was actually tea) with my first in-person potential Dom, Chris. After he went through what he expected of me as his sub, he said “Let’s go…out to my car”.

So I did it. I went with him. I trusted my gut about him. I’m generally a very good judge of character so I trusted in that.

I’m going to be honest, I was nervous as all hell about this! There was an immediate battle going on inside of me with thoughts of “What is going to happen in that car??”, as well as “This is where I have to prove myself as a sub that just needs to go along with this”, and “Am I going to end up in the news tomorrow?”, but also “This could be my first in-person D/s experience and it’s kind of exciting”.

We got in his car and he drove to an industrial business area close by. It was a weekend day so no one was around.

As soon as he parked, Chris asked me if I had done as he had instructed and not worn any panties. I said yes, that I had obeyed his command. He told me to pull up my dress and show him. So I did. He said “Good girl” with a satisfied look on his face.

He then asked me what my hard or soft limits were. Now, me being new to this whole lifestyle still, said I didn’t have any. I didn’t think I had any because I wanted to experience everything and I’m a pretty open-minded gal. He then said to me “Everyone has limits”, where he then went into giving me an example of some people liking to draw blood from a sub and things like that. I answered with “Okay, I DO have limits!”. (For those of you who do appreciate bloodplay, if that’s what you like, I don’t judge at all, it’s just not for me.)

After a conversation about limits, he then said “Do you want to go in the backseat for me to spank you?”. I shyly answered with a quiet “Yes”. He got in there and as I was slowly climbing in, he yanked me across his lap and pulled my dress up. He then proceeded with spanking my bare ass.

I had mixed feelings. Part of me felt embarrassed by this, part of me was extremely nervous, but most of me was very excited and loving it.

During our talk over tea, we had discussed having a safe word, so I knew I could stop this at any time, which made me feel comfortable. Did I want to say the safe word? No way!

Anyway, getting back to the spankings. After a few of them, he started to stick his fingers inside of me. He went back and forth with spanking, fingering, spanking, fingering. Let’s just say I was very responsive. It was all very good!

He was talking to me through all of this, to which I was to respond with addressing him as “Master” for each and every response. He was asking me things like how I was liking it and if it was feeling good. Things like that.

Eventually, his spankings got hard and very intense. I didn’t want to use my safe word, but I ended up feeling the need to. So I said it. He stopped immediately and told me I was a good girl for using it. I never did ask him, but I think his intent was to try to get me to say it.

At that point, he flipped me around on his lap so that I was face up to him. He cradled my head on his arm and continued to finger me. It felt amazing, but I was way to nervous to orgasm. I just couldn’t get there. After all, he was the first guy I had been with (in person) since my marriage.

After a bit, he wanted me to get up and give him a blow job. Again, I was nervous. It had been a few years since I had done that, but I guess it’s like riding a bike, right? So I did it.

After a bit of that, he instructed me to straddle him. I complied. We had sex. Craziness. I couldn’t believe any of this was happening, let alone on a first meet! I wasn’t this girl. Who was I??

After we finished, we went for a walk outside for about 10 minutes or so, to cool off. He talked to me like a man to a woman, not a Dom to a sub. It felt natural to which I appreciated, because I was freaking out a bit mentally. Maybe he knew that I needed that, maybe not, but I was thankful for it.

He then drove me back to the coffee shop to my car, and I went home. After calming down in my head, I masturbated thinking about that whole experience. It felt so wrong, but so right at the same time to do what I did that day.

Did I continue things with him? Find out in my next post. Until then…