In Tatters

I knelt at His feet in the utter mess I’d made. My struggle to succeed was stark. No one had ever seen me so disheveled…in such embarrassing circumstances. As He cleaned me up for the second time two minutes, I looked up to meet His steady gaze and tried to gauge his reaction. Disgust at another disastrous, completely unimpressive act of service? Frustrated at my inability to get it together? Sadistically amused at another ridiculous unglamorous predicament I’d once again found myself in? I knew he was taking in every fucking minute detail of the wreck before Him and squirreling it away in the vault of His mind, but what did He feel? His stoic expression offered me no hint. Without comment He stood firm in front of me. Fuckin unwavering. He hadn’t walked away. He hadn’t stepped back. I swear He may have even leaned in. As soon as I’d semi-collected myself, I began my third attempt even as I tried in vain to push the remaining proof of my ineptitude out of view, hoping it would simply

Broken Rules

Last Wednesday marked one year since we met. Flashbacks to that evening and those initial days have plagued me the last week. How quickly life can shift. Four days before we'd met, I’d sent a follow up email after a TES class to another attendee. It had been my first TES class, and I'd been a couple minutes late, missing the initial intros. Turned out I emailed the wrong contact. What a blessing. (Sidenote: Thank you again, Sherpa, for your inadvertent match making!!!)

Kwesi and I met days later. Though it had only been intended as a casual networking connection over a drink, that evening turned out to be the sexiest first date, I’ve ever had. From the moment I saw Him, looking down that New York City avenue with his hands in His pockets, something settled in me. My instincts instinctively whispered, “Yes, Him.”

There were no nervous butterflies or awkward moments that simple Spring Tuesday evening. Instead there was an easy calm unlike any energy I’d ever felt with a Man.

Apparently He must have felt some kinda way too.  Before an hour had past He placed His hand on my inner thigh. “Listen, this is what I’d like to do,” He began as I stared down at His beautiful warm dark hand against my tender skin. I should have been shocked at the intimacy after the years without touch, yet everything in me recognized the rightness between us. A second later, He told me He wanted to Own me. I knew immediately - despite logic, reason, and sheer common sense - that was what was going to happen.

Yes, that first meeting. He was so sure. I've never met a Man so determined and focused.

Two and a half weeks later we agreed to an Owner/property dynamic. 

~gasp~. So many broken rules!

LOL By no means do I recommend this. There are many many advantages and benefits to a long consideration phase. However, while our journey has been a challenge at times as we sorted through logistics, reality vs idealism, and expectations, neither of us regret our decision to jump hand-in-hand into a D/s dynamic.

A year later, I’m still very much Owned. Our dynamic didn’t take the tone I’d expected. He holds me on the lightest of leashes, and His kindness, optimism, and tenacity have taught me much about myself and about the Dominance of a confident secure Man. And damn...I’ve had the most phenomenal sexual and BDSM experiences of my life! ~whew~ Something seriously happens with the two of us that I have yet to be able to find logic to, and despite twelve months and countless encounters, just one look at that Man makes me viciously hungry and want to drop to my knees.  

I also love. In a way I've never loved before. It's...just there. Easy. Smooth. Authentic. There's still the same rightness to our energy. ~sigh~ I won't lie.  Yes, Kwesi can make me crazy at times. I'm sure I make Him crazy too on occasion. But I appreciate Him more than He can imagine. He calms me like nothing else. 

I don't know what the next year may bring, but I look forward to every opportunity with Him.  We still have MUCH we could explore and depths we haven’t yet tested.

We're quickly coming up on our First Anniversary. Looking back, I am so very grateful He tempted me to break all the damn rules. That He ignored the Old Guard book of laws and kissed His property, loved me, and didn't wait a moment longer than He had to to make me His. I can't wait to break more rules Him.
~DominaKat

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