After ending things with Adam, a.k.a. “Master Stalker”, I moved on. I was still in full force with wanting more submissive experience. I would almost describe it as a craving.

I had set up two profiles, one on a dating site and one on the fetish website I had been on before. The fetish website is jam-packed full of Doms, so I didn’t anticipate too much of a lengthy search.

I wasn’t wrong. I got a message on there one day from what appeared to be a very intelligent and sweet man. I will refer to him as Kyle. He told me he had several years of experience with being a Dom, so that was definitely preferable to me.

The sweet part of him had me skeptical though. He seemed too sweet. I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this in previous posts or not, but I like a man (especially a Dom) with a bit of an edge to him. This man/Dom did not seem to have that edge.

I replied to him. He then replied back fairly quickly. Again, I just wasn’t sure about him being right for me and in what I was seeking. I like a strict Dom, not one that will go easy on me. This man did not seem this way to me at all.

After his reply, I didn’t message him back for a couple days. He followed up with these exact words…”Did I lose you?”.

Then I felt bad. So I replied again, chatting a bit more with him. I thought, what the heck, I’ll give him more of a chance. After a bit more chatting online, we switched over to a messaging app and chatted there. I was beginning to like him as a person, but was still not sure of the Dom side.

We eventually made a date to meet. We met at a restaurant patio. We pretty much had the patio to ourselves, which was great. We sat there and had a drink and talked for about an hour. I liked him. We had a great talk, with zero awkward silences the whole time.

He was extremely smart, to the point where it was a bit intimidating to me (and I’m no dummy), but also really nice, attractive and had a great sense of humour. Again though, was he Dom material? I even told him he seemed too nice to be a Dom. He smiled and said “Just you wait”.

Hm…intriguing. Anyway, after our time at the patio, he asked if I wanted to go for a walk. He lived close by so we walked by his place, but he was a gentleman and didn’t ask me to go in. He was big into landscaping and wanted to show me his yard.

We walked around his neighbourhood for a bit. We talked a lot. It was a smooth, flowing conversation. I really enjoyed it and was starting to really like him. At the end of the date, he walked me to my vehicle and then he kissed me. It was an amazing kiss. I then offered to drive him back to his house because it was a bit of a walk from my vehicle. He said yes and when we pulled up, he then kissed me again. He didn’t want to stop, and truth be told, neither did I.

I drove away feeling that giddy school girl kind of feeling, with a huge smile on my face. I probably looked like a complete idiot to people driving by me.

He told me to text him when I got home so that he knew I made it safely. So I did. It was a 20 minute drive to get home. He told me how much he enjoyed our date and the kiss. I agreed.

We made another date not long after that. This time it was at his place. He made it very clear though that nothing sexual would happen. He laughed and said that would happen on date number three.

On date two, I went to his place and we just sat with a glass of wine and chatted, and kissed, and chatted, and kissed. You get the drift. He was a really good kisser as well as a very affectionate (touchy/cuddly) person, which was ideal for me.

That was about it for date two. After that, I liked him even more. He was definitely reeling me in with his personality alone, but the physical attraction and chemistry were absolutely there too.

Now, there was a slight curveball with all of this. I had met someone else online too, right about the same time I started chatting with Kyle. I will call him Steve. Steve and I hadn’t met in person yet due to the fact that he was working out of town for his job. He would be back very soon though.

Steve did not have any Dom experience but we interested in it. He was very open-minded and had some kinky tendencies in the bedroom. I liked that because I am very open-minded as well.

Steve lived very close by to me. He wanted to meet with me soon after he got home. We arranged to meet at a lounge for a drink. We had good conversation, but there were times I felt a bit of an awkward silence. Nothing too major though.

When we met again, he asked if I wanted to go to his place for a drink. I knew I could trust him by then, so I did. I told him nothing sexual though. He was respectful of that. He was a very nice guy. Just like Kyle, I felt he was almost too nice.

We met at his place, and I had a good time. He then started touching me in a caressing type of way. He was very good at it. It felt really good. He was so good at it that I started getting worked up, a.k.a. horny.

He had a soft rug on his living room floor that we moved to and he was just touching me all over. It was too much for me. He then started taking off my clothes. At that point, I was all for it. Ugh. I didn’t want to be, but I was. I couldn’t help it.

He then “went down on me”. And that was it for me! Good lord, it felt good. He was talking to me through this all, and told me not to worry, that he was not going to have sex with me that night.

Well, I can honestly say that I’ve never done this before, but I begged him to fuck me. I wasn’t even embarrassed by it. I flat out begged. He teased me some more, and then gave me what I wanted.

Thank goodness. I don’t know what “blue balls” feels like for a man, but I feel like that’s similar to what I would have experienced had he not caved.

Not long afterwards, it was late, so I went home for the night.

Will I see him again? What about Kyle? To be continued…