Start (the sequel)

Picture a rather sleazy hotel room in one of these motels where nobody asks names and nobody ever stays overnight.
You know the kind of room, don't you.

To make sure you know what you're here for, there is a large mirror over the bed and an even larger one in front of the bed.
Even when you are only here with your girl friend, these mirrors make it all look like you're all having group sex.

C, my girl friend who likes a good face slap, is standing naked in front of the large mirror. When I tell her to, she spreads her legs wide and puts her hands on her head.
Shivers run down her spine when I put a blindfold on. She shudders even more when I push her gently forward so that her breasts and belly touch the cold glass of the mirror.

She sighs deeply.

Precisely at that moment (exactly as I had imagined), room service knocks at the door. C starts telling me not to open the door and starts running to the bathroom while removing the blindfold.

I stop her, turns her to the mirror and redo the blindfold.
"Spread your legs".
When she does, I open the door and let the waitress in with the two drinks we ordered. I pay her.
C is not happy, not at all. But she is tremendoulsy aroused, pussy juices running down her thighs.

I am happy.

And that is what counts, isn't it.

Start (even earlier)

Recently I was mailing with a girl who is also active in the lifestyle.
She was telling me how she, as a very young girl, realised that she was submissive. And how she could feel, just by the way a man looks at her, if he is a dominant.

It set my mind at work and I remembered that one of my first girl friends, C told me that I could look at her in a way that she felt naked, wanted. And she said that my eyes, the way I looked, could deeply shake her.
It was a strong bond C and I had, but she decided to move on and found love in the arms of a very alfa-male type of guy.

I know now that I could have been that guy if I had only known myself as I do now.

Time is a good and sometimes bitter teacher.

Start

Am I an expert in BDSM? No.
Am I addicted? Maybe.
Am I hooked? Yes, definitely.

My first steps into dominating women, came naturally and unexpectedky to me.
I was thirty something, when I got involved with a younger woman who liked it 'a bit harder'.
I was married at that time, so was she.
No strings attached must have been the trigger for extra spice in our sex life together. After all that was the only thing what 'we' was based upon.
No sex, no we. Simple as that.

The culprit for my start in BDSM was the carpet of her living room.
Strong, grey, almost industrial carpet, wall to wall. The burning knees type of carpet.
She was on her back and I was fucking her thoroughly.
In the heat of the moment she begged me to slap her across the face.

I did it. Hard. An she came almost instantly.
I must admit it, I liked that a lot.

Later she and I got involved in more sm activities.
But that is another story.

This blog is about my BDSM life. How I got into it and where I am now.