Read My Kink

There’s certainly something beautiful about the events of the past weekend.  I mean, it’s never quite happened like this before.  I had been on FetLife for about a year; going out to meet like-minded people, sharing wonderful conversations over coffee, and on most occasions, going elsewhere to engage in some kinky fun.  But still, as I made my way over to the Second Cup, I knew that something about this time would be different.  For one thing, I had only been talking to Sebastian for three days before agreeing to share some tea with him and his slave, Katja.  The normal time frame for me, in terms of meeting new people, is to chat with them online for a couple of weeks, and then discuss the possibility of coffee, and then, after one or two coffee dates, discuss a possible play date.  This weekend, that entire three – four week routine was compressed into one day.

It was a Saturday afternoon when I sat quietly at a table in my home away from home – Second Cup.  I was not at my normal table, behind the wall, invisible to the world; but rather,  sitting at a table near the front of the store, easy to spot, and with a direct line of vision to the door.  I tried really hard to focus on the work I had brought with me, but I couldn’t suppress that feeling deep inside my stomach.  I was excited.  My head bobbed up every time I heard the door open; my eyes, darting around, looking for a man and a woman wearing a collar.  I had just finished filling in a page of my calculus notes when in they came, smiling, with an aura of confidence.  By this point, I had gotten better at easing my nerves, but I still felt a tinge of nervousness.  I took a deep breath and relaxed as they walked toward my table.

Katja began talking right away, easing my nerves.  As we talked, I I found that I was feeling a sense of awe towards her.  She didn’t seem nervous or phased by this meeting; no, she carried the conversation as if she had done this a million times over.  I was amazed at how easily words came to her mouth, as she spoke with confidence.  I only hope that one day, I will lose the nervousness that always comes with meeting new potential playmates.

We had been talking for about twenty minutes, when I realised that I was getting really fidgety.  I looked outside and saw that the rain had calmed down; so I asked if we could take a walk.  We went around the block, continuing to chat, only not so much.  I used this time to try to catch my brain up to what was happening, trying to process everything that had happened thus far.  I was also watching the interaction between master and slave, noticing that Katja called him “Master,” even in a public setting.  I once again looked at her in awe.  I don’t think there is ever going to be a time where I would feel comfortable calling someone my master in public, or even in private play.

We had finished walking a circle and were back to where we started, standing outside of Second Cup, when Sebastian offered to take me out to dinner.  Now, I wasn’t totally comfortable with this – I don’t like people buying me things, food included, but I really had nothing better to do, and had no intention of returning to a crowd of rowdy, drunken students on Homecoming night.  I pondered the idea for a bit, making sure my gut wasn’t giving me any red flags.  With the “all-clear” from my gut and a wad of muddled confusion from my brain, I agreed to go.

Dinner went well, as we continued to share experiences, pet peeves, and just talk about life.  The couple shared about their struggle to find a suitable toy, and about how Katja had been iffy about anyone under 26…and then later, 22.  I was the first person in their teens with whom they had decided to meet.  I was happy that they had taken a chance on me, but I was also concerned about Katja’s feelings, about whether or not this would work without over-conflicting with her feelings towards the “young” crowd.

As we were leaving the restaurant, I noticed that Sebastian grumbled as I opened to door to go out.  As we left, he told me that I should not have done that.  I instinctively asked him why.  Long story short, we ended up arguing about gender equality and how I was fully capable of opening my own door.  All the while, my brain started filling in little tidbits about the couple and filed them into the appropriate “folders.”  I should take a minute to explain…my brain, in my imagination, is very organised.  Everyone I meet get’s a little file folder, and information about that person is filed into the appropriate folder.  The folders are organised in alphabetical order (I mean, how else should they be organised?) and the capacity is infinite.  Anyways, we continued driving until we reached the parking lot of my residence.  He chose a spot to park, and we continued talking about doors.  He explained that opening doors for women is part of the way he was raised, and that it made him happy to open doors for people.  With a little bit more thought, I finally agreed that if it made him happy, I would allow him to get the doors for me.

Now, there’s another thing I have to explain.  I am not very good at sitting still.  I always need to fidget with something.  In this particular case, I picked the middle console in the car to open and close. It got to the point where Katja cracked and told me I wasn’t allowed to open it anymore, or else she’d spank me.  To be completely honest, I took it like a challenge.  I wanted to see how far I could push;  see if she’d actually follow through.  So, being me, I continued to fidget with it.  Before I knew it, I was outside, hands on the car, slightly bent over, and getting smacked by Katja.  I felt two thumps hit my ass, and I guess they were pretty hard, but under my jeans, I felt almost nothing.

I returned to the back seat to find Sebastian sitting there.  I took his presence as a new challenge, a way to push his buttons, see how much I’d be allowed to get away with.  I soon learned that neither of them spoke empty threats.  I had sarcastically said “bite me” somewhere along the way in the conversation, and then received a bite from Sebastian.

He told me the story of a boy, a stick, and a lion.  There once was a boy standing in front to the lion with a stick.  They were getting along just fine, when the little boy got curious.  He took the stick and poked the lion once.  Nothing happened.  He poked the lion again, and the lion let out a grumble.  He poked the lion a third time, and the lion pounced on him, chasing him around, and eventually biting him.  I put myself into perspective;  I was the boy, Sebastian was the lion, and I had just been bitten.

I don’t quite now what happened next, but I ended up laying across Sebastian’s lap, having my hair pulled and tugged, and being spanked.  I can’t really tell you how I felt; I just knew that it felt right.  There was a bit of a connection there that I had never felt with anyone else.  Although we had just met that day, I did not feel uncomfortable with them – I felt safe, and above all, I felt excited.

I later left to take a washroom break, and of course, Sebastian walked me to the door.  One the way, he asked me if I’d like to come home with him.  At first, I didn’t take him seriously – I mean, I’ve never had such a spontaneous offer, and certainly not on the first meeting.  Instead of asking him, I walked, silently, up to the washroom, pondering the thought of maybe going home with him.  When I got back to the car, he asked me, again, if I’d like to go home with them.  To this day, one week after the experience, I have no idea why I said yes.  It certainly went against every thing I’ve done before – all the rules I had put in place to keep myself safe.  But despite my brain sending me all sorts of “this is illogical” signals, something felt right.  I guess, above all, I listen to my gut more than anything.

And it isn’t as if I didn’t take every precaution possible to ensure my own safety.  I told two people where I was going, left a note on my desk, and even googled the address they had given me to check for consistency with what they had said.  Turns out, they live a street away from my old house, in a neighbourhood where I have friends on every corner.  A place where I was certain I wouldn’t have trouble getting help if I needed it.

We arrived at their home and were greeted by two adorable Bengal cats.  I entered the house and immediately got a tour of the house.  Katja showed me around the basement, main floor, and upstairs.  She even showed me that the phone was working properly.  I have never been assured about safety so much in my play career.  After showing me around, she said good night and retired to bed.

Sebastian then brought me up to their room to pick out some toys.  He picked out a black diamond paddle, a glass butt plug, as well as the Hitachi magic wand; in addition to the large and small wooden paddles that were already downstairs.  We went back downstairs and sat on the couch for a little while, just talking and cuddling.  He then threw me over my lap and spanked me a little.  He continued spanking me, with both wooden paddles, as well as the diamond paddle.  I had never been spanked by a wooden paddle before, but now, I can say that I truly enjoy the feeling.  After a bit of a spanking, he picked up the glass plug, asking me what he should do with it.  It wasn’t until I asked him specifically to please put it into my “asscunt” that it got anywhere near my ass.  That’s another thing I wasn’t used to – everything was a cunt in that house.  Just a hole to be used.  Cunt.  Asscunt.  Mouthcunt.

While we played, I took notice to sounds coming from upstairs.  I wasn’t sure if it was Katja, or if it was the cats, but I kept on wondering if Katja was doing okay.  I wondered if she had wanted to come down an join us, or if having another person be used by her master was too much for her emotionally.  I wanted to ask Sebastian about it, but felt it wasn’t my place.

As soon as the plug was sitting nicely in my ass, Sebastian turned on the Hitachi magic wand, placing it on my pussy.  The vibrations were overwhelmingly powerful, especially when it made contact with the butt plug.  It didn’t take long before I reached my peak – I came.  And I came hard.  It felt like an eternity before Sebastian removed the vibrator from my twitching pussy.  I took a minute to come back down from my high, as I laid over Sebastian’s lap.  We packed up quickly and headed off to bed.  Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

The next morning started far earlier than I would’ve liked.  We had planned to go for a joyride up north, down hilly, windy roads in a goddamn sexy car.  Shortly after getting dressed, Sebastian went to go fill up the gas-guzzler, but before he left, he had given Katja and I an assignment.  He asked us to go upstairs and pick out a gag to bring along with us on the trip.  I looked carefully at the collection, noticing that everything was either too pink, or too big.  We finally settled on a small pink ball gag.

Sebastian returned, and we all piled in the car and headed out.  I’m not normally a car person, but I certainly must say that his car is awesome.  I got we by just sitting in that car – a sexy cherry black Audi with a red/black interior.  It was absolutely beautiful up north that day;  the trees were changing colours, and it didn’t rain much.  We drove up and down many hills, on winding roads at amazing speeds.  It was truly one of the best rides of my life.

After getting a bite to eat and taking one last run, Sebastian drove me home.  It was a quiet drive home, as I sat in the back seat and thought about the past weekend.  We stopped by the door of my residence and everyone got out.  Before I left, I gave them both huge hugs and thanked them for an awesome weekend.

I had just taken my first step into the Lion’s Den.  And I’m not about to turn back now.

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