Quite a few months ago I crossed paths with the man that would become my first Master. Even if it was only for a short while. I have already mentioned him in passing a few times.

Now let me tell you about my first meeting with Master D, which henceforth most likely will be shortened Mr D.
As many other of my partners we found each other and bonded via the Internet. It is a good place to screen out the bad crop, and find someone that’s quite fitting for you. I’m not sure we knew if we were. We had been talking quite a few months before that, but stuff had been going on in my life (as you all also noticed here) so I hadn’t really been online enough to keep that relationship alive.
We started talking a bit more intensely, exchanged IM accounts and within 3 days we had decided to meet up for a date. At his place.

Since a few months have passed, the details have as well. I remember the excitement, and I remember that he’d told me in texts that he’d be commanding me to kiss him when he felt I had settled down. I had warned him that I might need to settle down for a a bit after arriving, since I have a tendency to become hyper when excited.

So there I was after four flight of stairs that had taken the breath out of me. Panting, and not in a good and sexy way. I took a deep breath and rang the bell for his door. I wasn’t expecting too much from the few pictures I’d seen of him. They were a bit fussy to get a clear picture. He opens and I remember my initial reaction:
- “Damn he looks even better in life, did I ring the wrong door bell?” with a hint of happiness.

He let me in, and I got to sit down next to him on the sofa while we were feeling each other out. Not physically, I might add. I think we both knew. We knew we were going to enjoy each other.

He let me wind down, and I started relaxing, while he probably knew I was getting excited about what the night would bring. He instructed me to kiss him.

His lips, and the taste of them, how intense he kissed me back was… I can’t find words for it. Even now as I write this I can just taste him and miss those lips. I really miss those lips.

More time has passed now than I dare to even think about, because I’ve been busy and I’ve moved on. That doesn’t change that this night started something that would become one of the more intensive periods of my life, and specially my bdsm life. It’s that intensity that’s stopped me from finishing writing this blog post. And I can’t finish writing the story of events tonight either. Maybe I will give it another try another day…

Quite a few months ago I crossed paths with the man that would become my first Master. Even if it was only for a short while. I have already mentioned him in passing a few times. Now let me tell you about my first meeting with Master D, which henceforth most likely will be shortened ...