First "date"

[fellintobed]

We'd already talked quite a bit over email and exchanged pics. We agreed on a time to meet. He let me choose the location, and I picked a coffee shop near a small but popular city lake - depending on the weather, we could sit inside, walk along the lake, or find a bench under the trees.

I was a few minutes late but he didn't mind, and his smile was far cuter in person. Very polite and charming in an understated way, and I found myself responding in kind. He already had a drink, so I got one as well. We chatted a bit, and then he said that he had brought along a little surprise for me, but didn't want to show me in the coffee shop. Hmm... what could it be?

We took our time finding a bench; the weather was lovely and the conversation flowed smoothly and easily. The surprise turned out to be a ring gag, something he'd mentioned enjoying in our emails and something I'd mentioned never seeing in real life before. Naturally I wanted to know what it felt like, and for just a moment he set it behind my teeth, right there along the lake. He took it away just as someone jogged past. We laughed and admitted we were both a bit aroused.

Usually I don't play with people the first time I meet them, but I was bewitched. I rode my scooter back to my apartment (after first sending a quick text message to my boyfriend to let him know what was up) and he followed behind in his car. Once we were in the apartment his eyes settled on a small magazine table and he picked it up, testing its weight. I had no idea what he had in mind - in fact, I'd never really thought about the table much, it was just a random piece of furniture I'd 'inherited' from a former roommate.

Soon we were slipping into our roles... the ring gag was back in my mouth but this time securely buckled behind my neck. My clothes were removed, and I was ordered to kneel. The magazine table was placed in front of me, and I was gently but firmly pressed over it. He'd warned me that ring gags lead to drooling, and sure enough an embarrassing little puddle of saliva started collecting. I wasn't really thinking about it, though, as there was so much else to process - the feel of the ring gag against my lips, tongue and teeth... the slap of his hands on my bare ass...

He kept walking away and coming back, and I didn't know why. I was confused, but with no instruction to stand or to stay I didn't know what to do, and chose to remain where I was, on my knees over the table, my head hanging low. I heard a bag being unzipped... soon my hands were tied behind my back. He was sitting on me, just sitting on me like I was the table (heavy enough that I couldn't wiggle, light enough that I could breathe) and the soles of my feet were being whipped with something small and stinging. I hadn't really tried to talk with the gag but now I was mewling helplessly. I don't usually like my feet being messed with - but I'm not in control, am I? He's in control, and he wants to torment my feet, so torment it is, and I can show him how obedient I am. He can tell I don't like it by the way I squirm and protest, trying to move my feet away. He holds them tightly. I am humiliated. I am aroused. I am in pain. I am enraptured.

Now his fingers are inside me, I'm so wet, he's pushing against that certain spot I'm all too familiar with and my mewls turn to moans of pleasure. The saliva is dripping freely, I don't care anymore, and the carpet is definitely going to need a cleaning after the juices that just came out of my pussy.

Now I'm up on my feet, still bound and gagged. He walks me over to the large window overlooking the neighborhood, and presses my body against the glass. I shake my head No and try to protest, but he ignores it. My breasts are flattened against the chilled window. My wet breath is creating steam. I'm glad I live in a highrise so no one can see me. I secretly hope that someone sees me. ...no one looks up. I decide they're missing out.

At last I am ungagged, and can laugh and talk and stretch my jaw. I am unbound, and can put my clothes on. We hug, a warm tender hug that lets me know I've done well, a hug that hints of future torments and delights. He promises to call, he leaves, and I jump into bed to get myself off because I'm so turned on from the delightful little escape from reality that I've craved for too long. My body needs the ecstatic release that my brain was just treated to. I give myself exactly what I deserve, and it is good, and I hope I interpreted that hug correctly!

[jeanne]

I'm so glad you had a wonderful time!

You'll get the typical 'you played the first time you met him?!' warnings and horror...I won't bother. I did the same with my Dom. Sometimes you go on instinct.

[hopperboo]

...wow.

Sounds like you had a good time. You're lucky.

I am sure most people know, and take to heart that when you meet someone for the first time you do not go anyplace private, let alone one's apartment.

Seriously. You are extremely lucky.

[shyslut]

I do not mind meeting people and playing for the first time. After months of narrowing down and vetting and even more months of talking. If I feel safe to play I do. However I always even its just meeting to talk at the village inn. I ALWAYS make a schedule, arrange safe calls and stick too them.

There are people who can pull the head over your eyes while chatting, and there are people who can do it the first meeting all the way to the 3rd. And there are psychopaths that can hide there nature for 2 yrs or more. All you can do is follow your instincts.

Side note I trust my dom implicitly but after months of talking and months more meeting. I not only stick to a strict schedule. I also still do safecalls as well as sharing all logistical info with hubby and insuring that I can answer the phone at all times. Its not paranoia or worry. Its a requirement of my lifestyle like condoms!

[angelic.zest]

thats great you enjoyed yourself, hope you continue to enjoy your time together!

im glad you enjoyed yourself, ive had this happen myself playing on the first me, as jeanne said, sometimes we go on instinct! glad you are safe now!!

[Ozme52]

First dates are always so hot when they follow the script you have in your mind.

Congratulations.

One question.. perhaps only omitted in the telling. Did you have an agreed upon safeword? And a signal, while gagged, to fill in for the spoken safeword? Because first dates often inadvertently cross limit-lines. In other words, shaking your head no when he exposed you... was it part of the scene or did you really want to stop?

And I agree with some of the comments by jeanne and zesty and shy, if your instincts have been trustworthy in the past, go with them, crazies amongst lifestylers are probably no more prevelent than amongst vanillas.

[fellintobed]

I appreciate the concern. This is a good community.

Luck, instinct, and carefulness. I found this fellow through placing an online ad, and some of the responses I got were offputting at best, over-the-top creepy at worst. What made me want to write back to this guy (and then continue responding, and exchange numbers, and talk, and meet...) was in fact how sane he sounded. He asked about my vanilla and my sex interests in a way that showed he knew I was a real person, not a sex toy. He talked about boundaries, limits, and safewords in a way that showed that he understood their need (physically and psychologically) and took them seriously. When we met, it was very obvious that he was an ordinary guy... obviously that's something of an instinctual judgment, but I've been through my share of batshit, I've learned how to read my intuition, I have a decent sense of when something or someone seems fishy. This guy tripped none of my batshit detectors.

Now granted you could make the argument that we were foolish, both of us, for not establishing an agreed-upon signal before he gagged me - and I would agree. It's something we should have done, and if we play again I'll definitely bring it up. There was a point when the ring slipped sideways in my mouth; I made loud and definite "Hey, something's up, I need your attention" noises (very different from the quiet little moaning "no" noises I'd been making) and he immediately paused to set things straight.

[Ozme52]

I've met 17 people from the forum and all of them are still posting... me too.

So it really can be done without necessarily being risky if one is prudent and talks to potential partners so that you can judge what they say and how consistantly they say it.

But back to the story... When are you meeting him again?

[fellintobed]

I've met 17 people from the forum and all of them are still posing... me too.

Just a bunch of posers, eh? Kidding!!

[Ozme52]

Posting. LOL