I’ve learned my lesson
I have never been more wrong about a person in my life, and I could not be happier.
His profile picture looked cute, but not particularly stunning or chiselled. He was attractive but I was more curious about his bio. BDSM, that was me, shibari, tick. Open to impact, big tick. Vocal sex also is a big tick, but pleasure Dom was a new one on me. I was used to the release of subjugation and what I took for granted a Dom liked, I liked It too, but didn’t need to be degraded, it was just garnish with me, and if it helps a Dom do his work then fair enough. I had heard of pleasure Dom’s but assumed it was a leftover from everyone jumping on the 50 shades bandwagon who had problems committing. I was naive.
So we did the thing and messaged over a weekend, backed off through the week as he was on shifts and space is good. The next Thursday afternoon we both trek into the city and get a drink.
He doesn’t look too much out of the ordinary, shaved bald head, no cropped he reminded me, he follows the Bruce Willis method.