Meeting your Master in person?

[Pearlgem]

Assuming you're taking the excellent advice on safety to heart, VL, I'd like to reply to your thread by sharing my own first experience:

When I first clapped eyes in real life on the man who would be my Master - a public place, getting to know you meeting - I felt completely at home. As he greeted me, he leaned forward to kiss me on the lips... and I primly offered him my cheek! (I think now what a wasted opportunity - I would have snogged the face off him knowing what I know now!) It was wonderful to be able to integrate those physical touches to the man I'd come to know intimately on line. Most of all though, I found I fancied the look of him. Physical attraction matters and don't pretend it doesn't! He was such easy company, charming, interesting, personable - I felt we fitted each other and that was that. We talked and talked and talked, (a great deal vanilla,) just like on line but easier, more flowing, more intimate and natural face to face. We tried out some Sir/girl conversation. It felt odd at first to hear myself speaking this way to a real live person, but it was thrilling too. As we chatted, I realised with delightful shame that I wanted nothing more than for him to take me into the bushes, pull down my pants, put me over his knee and spank my bare bottom but alas, it just wasn't possible then. I didn't tell him this at the time but I cherish the memory of that wonderful, early and natural desire. Any time he touched me - hand holding, guiding me this way or that, playful swats on my bottom - I just LOVED it. The smell of his skin has become intoxicating to me.

All too soon he had to go. We were in his car. We looked into each other's eyes. I knew he was going to kiss me. Like an adolescent, I was surreptitiously trying to wet my dry lips in preparation. He leaned in, and the sheer passion of that first mutual kiss astonished us. Eventually we pulled back and I remember looking intently at him wanting more, more, MORE, and I leaned in and took another massive snog (breaking his subsequent rules of decorum,) and he's often said it had been years, if ever, since he'd been kissed like that. Whenever I need to remember what it's all about for me, I think of the passion of that second kiss we shared. For the first time, my desires had a home.

The second time we met, I discovered that the pain I had fondly romanticised as erotic was just...painful! I thought briefly, never again, but desire overcomes difficulties and I've never regretted growing with my Master in our relationship, trusting love and devotion and lots and lots of talking to overcome all obstacles.

The best of luck x x