*Something new for me. I’ve had a lot of amazing experiences meeting people from the internet for BDSM and kink related activities. This will be less a kiss and tell and more trying to capture memories and moods. I will break them up, it will be non-linear across my account, but I’ll title them accordingly. I hope everyone enjoys my memories.*
** Myself: Brian, 28 at the time. Her: Joise, 22 at the time.**
Back in those days, meaning around 2002, I found all my submissives via Craigslist. It was a very different site back then and the BDSM community was very active on it. Additionally it did a good job of exposing BDSM concepts to anyone who browsed “Casual Encounters”.
That is how I met Joise. She replied to a post of mine. Told me she was completely inexperienced but eager to try BDSM. She had enjoyed handcuffs and the like with a previous boyfriend but never went deeper than that. After about a few weeks of back and forth via email and IM we set a date to meet to do a basic scene.
This was also the time before widespread availability of picture phones or digital cameras. So when we met all I had to go on was a basic description and what she was wearing so i could spot her on the busy subway platform. Per her description, I was looking for a “pretty ordinary Asian American girl who was about 5’ tall and had long dark hair”. Ya, that should be easy to find in NYC.
I was standing in the spot I had told her to meet me in. We had about an hour on two subways and a bus to get to the hourly hotel we were going to scene at. The previous mayor, in his effort to clean up the New York City, had all but shut down hourly hotels so the only ones around were way out in the outer boroughs of the city.
Someone tapped on my shoulder.
I turned around to see a stunningly beautiful Asian girl standing in front of me.
“Brian?” she asked nervously.
“Hi, Joise… yup, you found me.” I replied looking her in the eye. She was tiny. I’m not tall, only 5’10”, but I was looking down at her. It was early winter and she was in a huge puffy jacket and tight black jeans…but she still looked tiny. Any description she had given me of herself utterly failed to capture how absolutely beautiful she was. Even to this day, nearly twenty years later and many partners since, she may be the most objectively beautiful women I had ever been with.
“Are you ready for this commute?” I asked explaining exactly where we were going and what trains and the bus we had ahead of us.
I had warned her it’s a long trip and expected some hesitation. Instead I got a huge smile and an eager “I’m excited. This will be an adventure!” As she took me by the arm and we headed to our first train.
Over our commute we talked about many things while avoiding anything directly related to what we were about to do in the hotel together. However, she did lean into twice and told me how wet she was. The second time was as close to as complaint as I heard from her all night. She confided in me she was so wet that it was actually uncomfortable and she was worried she was going to soak through her jeans. She joked that thank god they were black so it would be harder to notice.
After the grueling trip we got to the hotel and finally got up to the room. As is my custom I always pause at the door to the room before we enter and ask the submissive, “Are you ready?” and I’ll always wait for them to compose themselves and reply “Yes”, as the power dynamic and scene start as soon as I close the door behind us.
She looked me straight in the eye, smiled, bit her lip and said “Yes.”. No hesitation and no questions. The preparation we had done online was very complete but I always expect last minute clarifications or questions. None from her…just eagerness.
We entered, her first, and I closed the door behind us.
“Stand right there. Hands at your sides.” I told her in a low voice.
I took my jacket and shoes off, put my bag down and walked to her. I took her bag from her and removed her jacket. This was my first look at just how tiny she was. Once her huge puffy jacket was off she almost felt like a perfect little doll. Her form fitting black turtleneck showing every curve of her body, breasts and hips. For a small and lean Asian girl she had it all going on.
“Put your hair up in a tail and take all your clothes off. I will count to 30 and you had better be naked.”
“1.. 2.. 3…” I started.
She did hesitate for a moment as the reality of the situation hit her. But she did as told, starting with her hair and then her jeans.
I enjoyed watching her undress. Being as cold as it was she had many layers on. I changed the cadence of my counting slower and faster making her work for it.
“22… 23… 24…” finally her sheer black and pink dot panties came off. She was naked well under time. I enjoyed the hint of a tan line left on her perky ass, though I didn’t see one on her back.
“Where are those tan lines from?” I asked
“I was in California last month.. Sir”. She understand the change in dynamic and how to address me properly”
“Good girl.” I rewarded her. “Now turn around.”
She quickly turned around, almost a little jump. Her small firm breasts bounced slightly and she looked me directly in the eye again, with that amazing lip bite.
I was completely dumbfounded by her perfection. So much so I had to pull up a chair to sit and just admire her.
She didn’t really know what to do with that. She fidgeted and wiggled, naturally trying to be cute. He smile to lip bite was completely amazing.
“Clasp your hands behind your head and move your feet as wide as your hips>” I commanded.
She immediately obeyed. Such a good girl.
This position allowed me to assess her body much better. He small firm breasts, with very erect nipples, were pulled tight to her ribcage which protruded at her sides in an almost sculptural way. Her smooth skin tight over her 22 year old body. She had told me on the train she was freshly waxed just for me. Every inch of her was smooth and perfect. As much as I wanted to throw her down and use her in that moment I had to sit there and enjoy the sight of her just a bit more.
“Pick a point on the wall behind be and stare at it. Do not move your eyes from that spot.” I told her.
She complied as I sat back in the chair, crossed my legs and let my eyes take in every single inch of the perfection that was her. That is when I noticed how her inner thighs were glistening in the light of winter dusk and how she was actually dripping from that needy hole between her legs. A small wet spot was forming on the carpet directly under her. My gaze caught multiple drops of her wetness fall to the floor in the next few minutes.
“On your knees. Hands on the tops of your thighs.”
She lowered herself to her knees, sitting back on her heels and placing her palms on her thighs right above her knees.
“Open your knees, wider than your hips. Let me see how eager you are.”
Without breaking eye contact she smoothly opened her legs, exposing herself to me completely. If possible, she seemed like she was even more wet now. Visible strings of her wetness began to fall from her body to the floor.
“ Good girl. Close your eyes.” I ordered.
She gave me one last look directly in my eyes, hesitated slightly, long enough to smile briefly at me as she closed them.
I stood up and walked towards her…
**To be continued.**
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bjzeix/mf_001_joise_first_scene_domsub_bdsm