There is a first time for everything.
Walking, whistling, making love..
Or kneeling, being blindfolded,
offering your wrists to be cuffed..
Yesterday I had my first scene, and I
am still coming back to earth a bit I think.
A coffee date with a Dom on sunday
morning and maybe even the feel of a flogger.. my thoughts had not
gone beyond that. But from the moment we met I felt safe and at ease,
and I knew that whatever happened, it would be fine.
And oh boy it was!
The rings on my wall were finally used,
as quite a few of the toys in my suitcase, my homemade floggers, and
several of His too.
For the first time I felt that balance
for real, where He was dishing out and have me take it, and at the
same time I had the control in that it was I who set the boundaries..
I have been flogged, hugged, spanked,
kissed, slapped, cuddled.. I crawled on my knees, was put in the
corner.. and many more things I will keep for myself and remember
with a smile..
I have cried a lot, not from pain but
from intense emotions.
Some moments keep coming back to me,
like where I was standing in a corner, in the dark, bare feet on
stone floor and hands in my neck.. and I felt this immense peace. I
had asked for a break and He told me to go and stand there, and after
some minutes I realized that it was just what I needed.. not a coffee
and a cigaret, but just.. being there, because He told me so.. I
submitted to Him, but He gave me what I needed.. again the balance.
Do you remember the first time you made
love? And the next day you think everyone can tell by looking at you?
That’s how I feel today!
I am so grateful to this Man, the care
He showed in ensuring my first time was as good as it could be.
I have marks and muscle ache, my body
hurts but my spirit soars...
Humbled and Proud and Happy
Bliss
