Lists part2

On the phone with Sir reviewing my list, hard and soft limits.

So what prompted the lists was a profile that Sir found on CS. A female Domme, attractive and local. First thought, must be a fake.

After a little texting she offered to skype, (not my thing) and we set a time and place to meet. As usual I got there a little early and got a text she was running late. Right there I was like “great”, she’s a he, or I’m just getting played and some creep is around the corner. Luckily I had timed it so that I would be going from there to a Fetish party only a couple of blocks away, so if I was followed I’d end up in a group where I knew people. I subconsciously did this, because I just remembered my ex dom had once sent a girl to meet “me” at a place one of his friends worked at. She was a fake and never showed, but I guess I had that in the back of my mind.

A few minutes later I got a message, “stuck in traffic in a cab” with a selfi attached. So I kept the faith and waited. When she walked in she was exactly as per pics and profile showed. What was more noticeable was her energy. She was full of life, passionate about her slave and her best friend (also a Domme). She was open and honest from the very beginning. She was not afraid to tell me of her vanilla and kink interests, showing me pics of her views, cat and even a scene she had with “Poor P’ (as I referred to him many times over the few hours we spent chatting”

We told stories of all of the unusual people we received messages from, some of them were the same people. She told me of a date with a couple the prior night that went bad. They were very into drugs and that was a hard limit. She even said that when the waitress came back and asked if I wanted another glass of wine and I decline, she did as well. Noting that she needs to keep in the same mindset as the person she is with. I told her of the douchbag Dom from a couple of weeks ago.

We spoke of Sir, but not in a 50 questions way. It was more of a “SO you have ___, with “poor P”….blah x3. The entire time I could tell she was gauging my reactions to stories and paid attention to every word I said. She even told a story of her friends slave accidentally telling her friend he would “Do anything” (he got in trouble for something) and how that is never a good thing to tell a Domme that owes you. I agreed wholeheartedly. I sometimes make the mistake of thinking Sir doesn’t remember things I say and it comes back to bite me in the (still bruised) ass.

She also said she makes her slave wright, not only in blog form, but also a note pad of corrections written 100-500 times. He enjoys it and even tells her when he’s had too little free-time. Yet they have a more normal life as well. He works and they have vanilla friends and family, but for a few hours a day ….. they have their dynamic. e both agreed 24/7 is just not a realistic thing, it would take the fun out of it and make it much more a job than a pleasure. She told me he sleeps on the floor and I must have made a face at that. She laughed and said, what I don’t tell people Is that it’s on a $600 feather comforter and $100 silk pillowcases:). She said he is by far the most spoiled slave and loves it. Sleeping in bed would be a punishment for him. I guess to each his own, I love my bed.

Her Domme friend is married to a vanilla man. He knows all about the lifestyle and has accepted it. She’s going through fertility treatments and gets horrible bursts of sadistic anger and tears. I explained my past (briefly) with that and how horrid the mood swings were.

We spoke of the need of good pain, even from the Domme side. She works very hard in the gym training and she feeds on that kind of good pain, just as I do.

At a point, she mentioned she was meeting a subbie guy and he was standing around the corner now for 45 minutes. She said I’m so sorry but I have to ask you to leave, I don’t want to be too rude to him. She said no worries about the bill and asked me to send her a list of both hard and soft limits.

I mentioned that Sir said it was about time, I was due to meet someone good, as the past few meets had been not so great. She agreed and said I was the first sub girl she’s met that was not a flake and was actually a female. We parted as the male was walking in.

I continued on my way, calling Sir for a brief update. The party was a bust. I went in only because it was in a professional photo studio. It brought back nice memories of my time as a makeup artist.

Fet girl and I played phone tag a bit, but never did meet up. Thinking I would get home early I headed for the train. The conversation Sir and I had about going to another party with the machine ended as we both agreed, The machine is nothing without him there. The MTA had other plans for me and after many delays and 4 transfers later I was home, safe and sound.

Thank you Sir.

 

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