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

Hey there! To recap from my last post, I delved into the female side of things with my curiosity on what it would be like to be with a woman. That was an epic fail on my end (okay, “epic fail” might be a little dramatic, but you know what I mean). After that, I received a message on my online dating profile from a man who interested me a bit.

As I stated at the end of my last post, I will call him Jeremy. Keep in mind, this was my G-rated dating profile, which was me just seeking a man to eventually be in a committed relationship with. I know, you might think that’s dull and boring considering what my blog is about, but keep reading.

So, I chatted with him via the dating site at first. The conversation was going well and he was attractive, but also had an intense look in his eyes in his photos. It intrigued me.

During our conversation online, at one point, I was joking with him about something and referred to him as “mister” at the end of my sentence. He then came back with “Don’t you mean ‘Master’?”. This is where things got very interesting.

Now I was REALLY intrigued, and certainly much more interested. Things between us shifted very quickly into a different dynamic after that question. I asked him about his interest and experience as a Dom and he was very much into it. He was also naturally dominant, I could tell, which is what attracted me to him even more.

I found out that he travelled a fair amount for work but that didn’t stop us from chatting a lot. We ended up switching over to texting off the dating site, as well as talking on the phone. We talked several times throughout the day on a daily basis.

I enjoyed our conversations and his intense dominance. He was very serious about it and very stern, which I loved. He also had a side to him that was nice and able to laugh and joke. That was something I also loved about him. I could see he was a good person.

It was about 2-3 weeks before we met in person (because of his being away for work). Our first date was at a nice restaurant. We had good conversation there, with no awkward silences throughout our dinner.

Side note: I’ve always been nervous on first dates because I worry about awkward silences. They are no fun. Okay, now that that’s out of the way, moving on…

After dinner, we went back to my place. We had initially met outside of there, close by my building (I lived in an apartment at the time), and gone to the restaurant together. I thought I was just going to drop him off and head home on my own. He had other ideas.

As I mentioned before, he intrigued me right from the get go. Our conversations leading up to this evening just made me even more intrigued. It may have been an irresponsible decision on my part, but I agreed to him coming up to my place.

Once we got up and inside, things happened very quickly. Almost immediately, he wanted me in my room. I guided him to it, obediently. There were many things that happened after that.

It was about an hour or so of me being completely obedient and submissive to a man I just met. It was crazy and potentially stupid, I know, but…He. Was. Good.

It started off with him wanting me to go fetch my vibrator from my closet. I was not allowed to walk though. I had to crawl. So I did just that as I went and got it and brought it back to him.

He threw me on my bed roughly. He then stuck the vibrator inside of me and turned it on. He proceeded to fuck me with it just to get me warmed up.

After that, I was instructed to suck his cock while on my knees on the floor in front of him. I did so eagerly, to which he ended up face-fucking me until I gagged and coughed.

Then he threw me back on the bed on my back. I can’t remember what he said now, but he asked me something and when I didn’t answer immediately, he spit on my face. He degraded me both with his words but also physically.

He then flipped me over and bent me over my bed and shoved his cock in me, roughly fucking me while degrading me with words.

After that, he made me crawl to my closet again and get some scarves that I had in there. He commanded me to lay on my back on my bed while he tied both my wrists and my ankles back onto my headboard. I was completely at his mercy now.

He then proceeded to put his cock in my ass and gently, slowly start to work up in pace until he was pounding quite vigorously.

He never did anything that was too much for me. It was an intense session, but one that I thoroughly enjoyed. I know I’ve mentioned this before, but the more intense and strict a Dom is on me, the more I like it. I perform better due to that as well.

After that, we laid there talking for a bit. Then he asked to sleep over. Something switched in me at that moment. I didn’t want him to. And in fact, I ended up ending things with him. I don’t really know what switched in me. Maybe I still just wasn’t ready to get into a relationship at that time, and the sleeping over request got to me because of that. I truly don’t know. I felt horrible though, and guilty.

He left that night. He was sad. I was sad. We did continue to stay in touch though. We texted fairly often for months after that actually.

I will end it there for today. Our story doesn’t quite end there, however that was the one and only time I would ever see him in person. Stay tuned for more…