There was never any real passion in my marriage. I didn’t realize that was such an important thing until I met Will. There was no lack of passion in our relationship whatsoever.

It was intense, sometimes in a good way, sometimes not. What I mean by that is that we had a strong sexual/physical connection, but when we would argue, it would be intense sometimes because of that passion…if that makes sense.

But we also had a strong connection mentally. We could talk for hours, both intellectually and also about silly things. We had a similar sense of humour, which for me, is important in a relationship.

It was the perfect balance. It had the D/s aspect in the bedroom, and the boyfriend/girlfriend aspect outside of it. I realized how much I loved having that. It was pretty great.

Getting to the juicy D/s part of it, he and I were both new to this lifestyle, but we both 100% wanted it in our relationship. We, however, didn’t know much about it.

We decided to seek kind of like a mentor of sorts. Someone who had been in the Dom lifestyle for a long time and had the experience. We joined a website with life-minded people.

We created a joint profile on this site and in it, we put that we were searching for someone to “show us the D/s ropes”. We had a few Doms chat with us but one in particular was older, and he had been a Dom for many years.

He ended up helping us a lot. There were a lot of conversations with him but basically in the end, we learned that we needed to talk amongst each other and see what WE wanted and didn’t want and make it our own. It didn’t matter what other Doms and subs were doing. But he did help us along the way and we were grateful to him for taking the time to guide us.

We ended up keeping our profile active on this website for much of our relationship. It was interesting to talk to some people on there and to hear what they were into, etc. I love hearing other people’s stories about this lifestyle. It’s so interesting to me.

We had started our D/s journey together and it did not disappoint. It was just in the bedroom solely, and it was going very well. Will had a natural Dom in him and he wasted no time showing me that. He also had such a kind and caring side to him. It was a nice mixture.

Will did things to me, such as tie me up, whip me (mostly with his belt), and verbally degrade me. Yes, I enjoyed it all. He was very good at all of it.

His name of choice for me to address him as was Master. I was to call him that any time I spoke to him while in “sub mode”. I also had a safe word. It was an easy one to remember. I wanted to make it about him so I asked him his favourite colour, which was blue, and that was my safe word.

I did not like to use my safe word. Ever. I still don’t like to have to say them to this day. It is there for a reason, I know, but I don’t like to use it because it makes me feel like I failed. Now, I know that is not a great way to feel because it doesn’t make me a failure to use it, but it’s just how I feel in the moment.

Now, I did not use my safe word much with him. I can be pushed to my limits and beyond, but there were times where he actually TRIED to get me to say it. There were a few times he succeeded with that.

How, you ask? It was all in the pain aspect. He would push me to my limits with his belt. He would whip me with it all over my body…my back, my ass, my legs, my torso, my breasts and my southern area (wink wink).

The only spots he never whipped me were on my arms and face and he was also careful where he whipped me in the summer time for when I would wear clothing that covered less of my body.

During every one of our sessions, I was whipped. It wasn’t always just for punishment, it was just because he liked doing it. To this day, when I hear a belt being pulled out of pants, it sends a spark through me that I can’t explain.

Now, there were also times that it was done for punishment. There was one day where I was feeling in a “bratty” mood during one of our sessions. He had his belt out and just finished whipping me with it and then put it down beside me while he started having sex with me from behind.

I was bent over the bed and looked over at the belt, picked it up and threw it across the room. Yep, I did that. Yep, I paid for it.

He made me go across the room, pick it up and give it to him. With a smirk on my face, I did as I was told, knowing what was coming next. He took it from me, bent me over the bed again, and whipped me several times with it while lecturing me.

I learned my lesson…that time, anyway. I will admit that, although I didn’t do it often, there were a few other times the belt got thrown. And yes, I paid for it each and every time.

It was a good session that day. There were many more to come/cum. Stay tuned to find out how things evolved with Will and me…