I nervously ran my fingers through my hair as I looked in the mirror.
What should I wear?
How should I carry myself?
I felt like I was going on a date for the first time. Jane would be knocking on my front door any minute, and here I was, letting the pasta overcook as I fretted over my outfit.
We’d connected via Tinder, and the feeling of elation that washed through me when she openly told me she was into Femdom was electric. I’d almost given up on finding a partner with the same kinks as mine, so when through this predominantly vanilla dating app I found and clicked with a dominant woman, I couldn’t believe it.
Jane was incredibly open from the get go in a way that signalled that she had some experience. She told me she was into pegging, and sent me pictures (once we exchanged Instagram handles) of her large collection of strapons. When I told her I’d never been pegged before, or indeed had a really sincere Femdom experience, she seemed excited, but also took care to reassure me that she would look after me. It wasn’t long before we set a date. I told Jane I wanted to cook for her because was a good cook and also because she’d also told me about her service kink.