A Connection

[Ozme52]

I thought I'd share this note I received with you.

I've received a wonderful gift - the gift of knowing that I really am submissive, not simply a wanna-be, could be, maybe...

Thank you.

I thought we'd meet - a nice, pleasant "good to meet you" sort of lunch. I had no intentions, hopes or desires in any other direction. When I saw you for the first time, a little voice (not even voice, really, just a sense) said "uh, oh" in a gleeful, relieved way. There's a line (from a movie I think) "You had me at 'hello'" and it was as close to true as it had ever been for me. The next 4 hours were the most erotic I've ever spent fully clothed.

As we talked about mundane things, the conversation slowly became more intimate. Sending the waitress away three times because I hadn't even looked at the menu should have been clue to me that something more was going on. When, after a while, you asked me if I realized we were in a scene right then, both knowledge and a sense of rightness bloomed inside me, followed by nervousness and excitement. I remember thinking, "I don't know how to do this, how do I submit from across a restaurant table?" Then I realized I already had, and was.

Your kind, gentle, sure voice filled me. Your request that I look into your eyes as we talked, your hands holding my crossed wrists still on the table between us, took me to a place I had previously only visited briefly. I felt overwhelmed with curiosity, gratitude, desire to please and hope that you were enjoying yourself as much as I was. Your patience with my inability to maintain eye contact, the knowing smile when I realized, over and over again, that I had failed, as I whispered "crap" to myself and looked at you again...

I loved listening to you as you described how you saw me, your obvious pleasure in your own skill as you verbally led me a little farther and then had to remind me to breathe, the quick grin while you brought me back when I began to float a little too far away, then saying "good girl" in a satisfied tone of voice.

Checking on me as the afternoon progressed - asking "Are you okay, do you want me to stop?" helped me keep my balance and my feet on the ground, even though by that point my knees were spread wide open under the table, held there by your calf against mine and the table leg. My underwear was drenched and I was trembling with need from head to toe.

Accepting my self-imposed constraints is another gift you gave me. You and I both know that all it would have taken was a little push and I would have been where we both wanted me - in a hotel room, before you on my knees, begging you to take control. Perhaps that's exactly where I'll be someday.

A particular memory stands out: leaning over as you passed by me at the table (on your way to attend to a moment of business) and practically growling in my ear "spread your legs" (they had closed the moment you got up) in a tone that meant "now". Did you watch to see if I obeyed immediately? Did you pause before returning to the table to enjoy the knowledge that you had taken me over?

When you began tapping my hand, gently, then a little harder, I began to feel the want, the need, the absolute compulsion to come. It grew and grew, my clit throbbing to match your beat, my mind imagining the tip of your finger, right there...

When you finally, finally asked me if I wanted to come, I could barely speak. My "yes" was hardly audible. I was so afraid that you would want it to happen right then, right there, and I didn't know if I could. Thank you for letting me come and sending me to the bathroom to do it. I did whisper your name when the orgasm washed over me, as you asked.

Thank you for sharing yourself with me. It was an unexpected, joyful, exciting surprise to me and I'll always treasure the afternoon we spent together, with a restaurant table between us and a connection that made the barrier meaningless.

[Logic1]

that just sounds lovely!

[NightNurse]

How incredible and beautiful that is. What a lucky girl.

"Traveling granting wishes.."
And where will you be next??

[Ozme52]

How incredible and beautiful that is. What a lucky girl.

"Traveling granting wishes.."
And where will you be next??

Seattle. I'm on the last homeward bound leg of my trip. http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/forums/sh...2&postcount=13

Just one encounter of consequence but it was worth the whole trip.

[Logic1]

or guy, or both

[Aussiegirl1]

lovey Oz and very erotic. Hope it is not the last time you two get to meet.

[pixie_dust]

Very sweet (and sexy). Thanks for sharing.

[Sir_Russell]

Could be seen as an opportunity missed though. Sometimes it is best to leave it at that point.

[Rhabbi]

Great post OZ, I can see that as it happens.

[cariad]

Smiles, that is one lucky lady.

Thank you both for sharing with us.

cariad

[tessa]

Wow! Oh my goodness, wow!

I can see why you believe that encounter was worth it all.

tessa

[wingsofanangel]

Omg. I am in tears.. that was so beautiful... so erotic.. it was like a wonderful short story..

I am so very jealous.....

she is a very lucky lady. I have day dreams about situations such as this..... -sigh-

-anya-

[jeanne]

I have day dreams about situations such as this..... -sigh-

-anya-

Me too, anya, me too. Thanks for sharing this with us, Oz.

[gloombunny]

Seattle, you say? Hm...

[NightNurse]

suddenly all flights to Seattle are booked... why is that?

[Ozme52]

She wants to hear it from my perspective. I think that's only fair.

When I first mounted my bike in California, I'm thinking this trip to experience the motorcycle pheonomenon that is Sturgis is also an excellent opportunity to meet some of the people I've talked to on the forums. Dom/mes, switches or subs, it wouldn't matter... but talking to subs is something I especially enjoy.

So up I ride on my bike and I know I'll look impressive. Head to toe in black. Leathers, boots, I'm tall, wearing dark shades, I know I look powerful and I don't mind displaying myself as powerful. My soul is still abuzz from the long ride. I'm ready to meet her and though I've entertained several racy fantasies as I rode to this lunch date, I have no expectation that it will be anything other than a quiet meal and some pleasent conversation. Some shared amusement as we talk about people we know on the forums.

She's waiting under a sunshade and as I walk around the corner I see her eyes open in appreciation. My reaction is well hidden by practice and by my sunglasses but it's mutual, I am instantly attracted to her as well. But we haven't said a word yet, it is merely her physical beauty. Little did I realize, chemistry would follow.

We talk trivialities but it is clear she is distracted by my presence. I begin to direct the conversation, asking about her journey into submission, her lifestyle experiences. The more she reveals, the more I ask, even demand to know. Just a query on the surface of it, but none-the-less, no two ways about it, I expect to hear the answer. She has no choice. Each question more probing, each answer intended to be more revealing.

Soon I offer my hand for her to take. She misses the gesture so I take her hand and put it around mine. The moment she is comfortable I reverse our hands and now I have physically captured her. I don't let her avert her eyes. If she were my submissive, she would do so out of respect but here she is just hiding from my gaze, so I make her look and I can see her desire to submit grow with each passing moment. She tries to regain some control and wants to ask me things but her thoughts are trapped by her emotions. She swings back and forth between a high flush and pale distress. Everytime I see her gain a measure of control I remind her to breathe deeply. In, out, in, hold it, breathe out and relax. An apparent kindness but I am taking control even of her breath. Her hands grow moist. And I am likewise enthralled by her growing submission to me.

My legs are now between hers. I mention leg posture. I express my minor disappointment that she is wearing panties beneath her dress. Everytime she begins to regain herself I bump her knees apart, or squeeze her hands, or cross her wrists and envelope them within my single hand and softly stroke her forearm. But I too have lost control, so to speak, and am no longer willing to stop, though I imagine if she asks... I would. Yet I want one gift before we part. I want her to relinquish control to me long enough to gift me with her orgasm. So every question pushes on her psyche. I drive her inevitably toward compliance. Resistance is futile. Until I send her to the bathroom. "Say my name when you cum."

The rest? I hardly remember the details. I remember her eyes. Now eagerly gazng into my eyes, perhaps waiting for me to order her to invite me home. And I want to. But it would be crazy... wouldn't it?

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Time is running out. Has it really been 4 hours since we began. All across a table. Nothing but words, eyes, hands, and the occassional bumping of knees. I must move on. So must she. But now as I redon my gear, ready to mount my bike, all I can think is I don't want to go. I want her on her knees, I want everything she has to offer. And here we stand, no table between us. I must have a taste.

And as I drive away, I know the taste of her lips, the feel of her back, her waist, her ass. I know many of her secret desires. Somehow, someday, I'd like to help her fulfill them. But not today, not this trip.

[cariad]

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

[jeanne]

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

Exactly. It's awful hot in here, isn't it?

What a revealing look into the Dom's mind, given that I previously had very little idea what they think when they're doing what they do. Thanks for sharing that glimpse, Oz.

[cadence]

Exactly. It's awful hot in here, isn't it?

What a revealing look into the Dom's mind, given that I previously had very little idea what they think when they're doing what they do. Thanks for sharing that glimpse, Oz.

I agree and thanks for sharing this.
It is nice to know that there are truly exceptional, wonderful Doms out there.

[Logic1]

I agree and thanks for sharing this.
It is nice to know that there are truly exceptional, wonderful Doms out there.

just as there are truly exceptional, wonderful subs out there *smiles*

[Ozme52]

I agree and thanks for sharing this.
It is nice to know that there are truly exceptional, wonderful Doms out there.

Thank you cadence.

[bad_kitty_77]

Oh my! *Completely breathless* Um, Master...

[Logic1]

yes one lucky girl
you did good (who the heck am I to judge lol but you sure made an impact on that lucky lady, and I judge from that)

[MajesticFae]

So yummy.

[ladygstar]

I'm glad I suit the colour green...

...envy is a deadly sin and these post are giving me all sorts of sinful thoughts!

thanks Oz

[wingsofanangel]

woooooooooooooooow.

Oz I am so jealous of this girl...

wow..wow...wow....

[wingsofanangel]

I would also like to say...

I recently let a Dom on this board know of a wet naughty dream I had.... and so much of what you and your lady have said is exactly what I dreamt about..

nothing overly sexual.. but so gentle... erotic.. caring... what I could not convey in the telling of my experience.. you both have captured the esscence of... I hope he knows now fully.. what a wonderful inpact he had on my mind. -evil grin-

-anya-

p.s. I am not mentioning his name because I do not know if he would mind me telling others that I had a fantasy about him.. however I am not at all ashamed.. just so he knows.

[tessa]

Incredible.

My sincere gratitude for sharing.

tessa

[gagged_Louise]

Great, and I have to hear more about the other people Oz has been meeting on his "tour", one friend in particular.

[gloombunny]

Oh my.

The word "control" has taken on a new and delectable meaning for me.