Roxanne, Daddy’s first submissive woman. – Dom, Dom, Dom [Str8] [Bi] [BDSM]

**The Spark that started the Journey.**

Standing in the dimly lit dungeon room, warm uplighters, adding a red glow to the mysterious darkness. Some sounds of carnal pleasure could be heard nearby as the intersection of alcohol and a sexually charged swingers club started to play out and then my attention was momentarily drawn to the dungeon door about 30 ft away to my left.

The room in question was the dungeon at the now defunct Swingers club just outside London, England. It was a seedy establishment in a secluded blue collar neighborhood next to the airport, but defying its outward appearance, the people were friendly and the rules strict.

“No Means No.”

“Ask permission first.”

“Tell us if there are any problems and we will have the guilty party thrown out no questions asked.”

The host made us feel at ease as we began our exploration of the club. Following a quick tour, my partner Samantha and I succumbed to our lustful intuition and we ended up in the dungeon. Which takes us back to the couple entering the room.

First through the door was a medium-height man, accountant-looking, mid-30s, bulging belly, with short side-parted dark brown hair, wearing a white collared shirt, 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, 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 at the top-back 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, ass. Her hands were restrained in front of her in 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 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 KPMG 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. 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 her mini-skirt and 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.

Fast forward a couple hours into the evening and I found myself in the Great room that housed a massive round bed in the middle of the room surrounded by probably a dozen couches throughout the room. There on display in the middle of the circular bed was this same nubile submissive, this time on all fours, still blindfolded and with a handwritten folding sign propped up on the bed next to her that read,

“Available for any woman who wants to enjoy this slut. No men sorry.”

Over the next 30-45 minutes I watched a parade of women of all ages partake in tasting, fingering, kissing and licking the delights of this sweet, restrained, blindfolded sex slave.

After this mind-blowing evening, I knew I had to have one of my own. This was to become a mission that has consumed me ever since.

After one of the most impactful pivot points of my life at the Swingers Club in London, it was now time to begin the pursuit of what I actually saw, a scene with a Master and a slave. In my initial exploration I saw this kink as a Master/slave dynamic only. Total 100% submission to my will and desires was what I told myself I wanted. Was it really even possible? Hey, don’t knock me, I saw it was possible before my very eyes; the nubile woman being paraded around at the party, her Master inviting groping, licking, and sucking. This was enough of a green light for me to plough on.

Armed with the knowledge that a Master/slave dynamic was possible I went to work trying to find websites where these slave women hang out.

I started with the usual websites of a decade ago like BDSM.com, Adultfriendfinder.com, etc. I tried them all. I even tried advertising what I was seeking on the Swingers pages. I can liken my experience of sorting through the fakers and fantasists as rather like selling a used car online. Lots of tire kickers and people with unrealistic expectations who live in fantasy land. Such was my experience with nearly all my interactions for many months.

In my pursuit, I eventually succumbed to paying for a submissive to play. Amy was a stunning mixed-race woman, medium height, with long beautiful, dark tight wavy hair, small perky, enhanced breasts and a “can do” attitude for following directions. With her, I got my first taste of what I craved, but it would prove to be an oasis in a continuing desert of frustration and disappointment. Granted, she was amazing and only inspired me to delve further, but I was still paying her and there was something missing from the equation.

Authenticity.

It wasn’t that Amy was not submissive to my desires or that she didn’t do what I asked. It was more that I felt like the money was doing the talking not me. I felt I had a lot to learn to find what I was seeking or even to know how to define it.

As I mentioned this draught of frustration continued, but I did have some glimmers of hope. In fact I was able to connect with who was to become my very first submissive on the website illicitEncounter.com. My newest conquest, Roxanne, was to broaden my mind from the concept of a Master/slave dynamic to a more flexible, toned down version of a D/s interaction.

Roxanne is a tall, curvy Dutch woman a few years older than me in her late 40’s. Blonde with blue eyes and endowed with impressive 38GG breasts. Roxanne was a perfect place for me to start my active education. I eagerly assumed the role as her Dominant, not really knowing what to do next. It started with open conversations about what turned each other on. I discovered through this process that Roxanne had been curtailing her sexual desires since she was a teenager. She saw her pent-up sexual frustration as what was normal…until she met me.

It all seemed so obvious to me (one who had spent the better part of 40 years trying to figure myself out so who was I kidding). Why didn’t she just do what she wanted to do?

Roxanne was a Mother of two children so we had to plan our indiscretions carefully. As I was not looking for a relationship, already being in one, it suited me to help Roxanne express herself sexually as much as I could.

It began with a D/s dynamic that was more about me taking my pleasure from her body, treating her as my personal sex slave. For example, I would enter her house into her living room, tell her to bend over and offer her wet wanting pussy to me. Or, I would have her drop to her knees with her ample bosom on display while I fucked her massive jugs and face cunt alternately. Still though, I was approaching this from the perspective that I was seeking a Master/slave dynamic so I was practicing reducing compassion and increasing my firmness.

I was stern, selfish and a massive tease for poor Roxanne. Despite my more harsh and selfish dominance of Roxanne she loved it. She loved the attention she received for talking about her dirty, lustful desires. She liked being used sexually in short sessions and left to the rest of her day. I encouraged her to explore her desires with as many men as she wanted. I became her confidant, her support and a sounding board for her experiences. She was playing the role of what I was to learn was a vixen or Hotwife. I loved to help her plan her naughty adventures and got off on her stories after. She still thanks me to this day for helping her achieve her sexual liberation.

Over about a year we gradually started to drift apart. I still enjoyed Roxanne telling me her stories and sharing pictures with me, but she was increasingly involved with the men she was meeting and I was completely happy for her to pursue those avenues. I was still seeking what I desired, but still it was not clear what that was exactly.

I will always be grateful to Roxanne as she taught me that there was more to a D/s dynamic than just Master/slave. There is also friendship, shared interests and sharing of the same path of exploration. But just as importantly Roxanne introduced me to a website that would completely change my search for the better. That website is SeekingArrangements.com.

Master “Daddy” Linton

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/k9hqs0/roxanne_daddys_first_submissive_woman_dom_dom_dom