Standing in the dimly lit dungeon room, warm uplighters adding a red glow to the mysterious darkness, I could see a dozen or so couples milling around talking quietly between themselves. Some sounds of carnal pleasure could be heard nearby as the intersection of alcohol and a sexually charged swingers environment started to play out. Suddenly, my attention was drawn to the dungeon door about 30 ft away to my left. I averted my gaze from the spiderweb cross in front of me to the sight of a couple entering the room.
A medium-height man, accountant-looking, mid-30s, bulging belly, with short side-parted dark brown hair, white collared shirt and black slacks and shoes. Nothing remarkable about him at all apart from the fact that he was holding a leash attached to a collar around the neck of an attractive, slim, young woman in her early 20’s. The girl had mousy brown hair, slightly curly that dropped to her shoulders. She had her hair pulled away from her face with a clip on the top of her head. She was wearing a collar made of black leather with an O-ring in front where the leash attached. She was wearing a bikini-top and a mini skirt just short enough to show her pert tight young ass. Her hands were restrained in some basic black leather cuffs. It was quite a sight to see compared to the majority of older couples in attendance. To say she captivated the room would be an understatement.
The man led this foxy, submissive girl to the middle of the room where there was an overhead bar about seven feet off the floor. He released her lead, raised her arms over her head and attached her cuffs to the overhead bar. He put a blindfold on the now squirming young slut and stepped away from her after whispering something into her ear.
“She is now available for anyone to touch her, feel her, taste her. The only thing I ask is no fucking.”
The crowd gave off a collective gasp of surprise and excitement, but nobody moved, not quite believing what they just heard.
“Go on!” the accountant look-a-like said, “help yourselves, she is my treat.”
At that point a few couples walked over to her and began stroking her body. A woman whispered something inaudible to the girl as her male partner licked the girls nipples that he had exposed from her bikini top. A few other couples joined in and the girl was surrounded with lustful men and women greedily consuming this restrained young slut.
Not to be denied my girlfriend Samantha and I eagerly joined the melee. As this was happening a mere six feet in front of me, I took two steps forward and found my left hand instinctively grabbing her pert, soft and pliable right ass cheek. I was emboldened by her moans of pleasure as she was groped by four people at once.
While Samantha caressed her small pert breasts and licked her rock-hard erect nipples, I moved my right hand into her G-string to feel her dripping wet hole with my index and middle fingers, the creamy soft cleanly waxed pussy was so tempting. I removed my fingers and tasted her lustful wetness on my fingers. It was almost too amazing to believe.
Wow what a rush. Questions starting racing through my mind!
“What had I just discovered?” I asked myself. “How does that work? Where do I find one?” My mind was spinning.
All I knew was that if that guy could find a sub like her for himself then I too could have that. I decided right then that I was going to have one of my very own.
That marked the beginning of my journey into the world of BDSM and Dominant/submissive (D/s) relationships. It has been one of the most rewarding journey’s I have undertaken. It has challenged my commitment turn after turn. It has ended relationships. It has caused me too many days and nights of blue-balls to count. It has caused me to become a better man, to embrace my masculinity. It has taught me to not apologize for who I am and what I like and desire. I have helped women overcome past trauma in their lives. I have encouraged healthy living and self respect. I have given respect to the actions of pure self-expression without judgement. Being able to watch another human being flourish, with sometimes only just the voice of support and encouragement, has been probably the most rewarding aspects of my journey.
Don’t get me wrong, the pure physical things I have explored have been beyond my wildest fantasies. I literally live my fantasies everyday! Ironically, my girlfriend/submissive Jenna asked me this morning what my fantasies are, just after sharing that she wants to see me with another woman…again. I gave pause, reflected and replied I don’t really fantasize about anything specific apart from exploring the dynamic I have with each person I interact with. Blowing my submissives’ minds gives me great pleasure. Literally seeing before my very eyes the power I have over another human being, the ability to so easily redirect their focus to their own personal power and belief in themselves, is inspirational and drives an even deeper desire for my submissive. Herein lies the challenge for all Dominants.
This kind of power over another human being is a delicate balance of discipline, compassion and commitment underscored by honest communication. What I have discovered is that until I face my own demons, my own character defects, my own fears I cannot truly help another person on their journey. Make no mistake the sexual journey is also the spiritual journey. Some people choose music, art, dance, politics and then there are those of us who use their own sexuality as a channel for spiritual enlightenment and growth in this human experience we are all living together.
Without getting to Woo Woo on you now, I raise this point to highlight that being Dominant and being A Dominant are very different things. The ingredients to becoming A Dominant are like cooking a flavorful meal. The more depth of care and attention to the meal, the more love, spices and complexity you can give to the meal the better flavor it has. Not that a fast food take away isn’t fun every once in a while, but the quality meal in a warm welcoming environment with someone you like, love and trust makes it a meal to remember for all time. Hopefully that was clear. Domination is like a fast food meal. It makes some people feel sick to their stomach, others have become immune to its effects and others hate it. A Dominant is like a lovingly cooked gourmet meal prepared specifically for your tastes, with love and in a 5 Star Micheline restaurant ambiance you trust for quality and discretion.
As in anything one means to do well in, it takes time and practice. It also takes a heavy dose of humility to get out of my own way to see how I can improve and in turn help others. If committed to this way of life I encourage you to join this kinky group who are committed to delivering the wisdom we have uncovered on our Kinky Journey to all our friends who are on this journey of discovery with us.
Please stay tuned for more from us here.
Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life!
Master “Daddy” Linton
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