BeachBear
Posts: 30
Joined: 10/31/2005 Status: offline
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I cannot speak as a Dom, but only as a sub. My Dome had three slaves when I met and interviewed with her. We met at a coffee shop, with plans of dinner. When I met her at the café, I was instantly smitten with her. On a trip to the men's room, I called the restaurant, and had them scatter rose petals all over out table and seating area. At dinner, over two bottles of wine, we found ourselves kissing, laughing. We went back to her place, opened some more wine. Half way through, she told me to put my wine glass down. I did. She told me to strip. I did. At this point, I must confess to being a rather experienced sub. She conducted a very through, and brutal exam, went right to my "first face". She then told me that I was about to go where no man had gone in 4 years, her bedroom.... To give her credit, she did have me crawl a long way on hardwood floors to get there. In short, we are in love. It doesn't seem (based on my previous non-romantic BDSM experiences) to interfere with the rigor of our training, if anything, hand in hand, we have pushed the edge harder than I thought possible. I guess, if nothing else, when she leans over my sweaty body after training and kisses my temple, and whispers "You did well, I'm so proud of you"... I know she means it. I have been a sub, and now have been a loved pet. Between the two? Pet... all day long. -bear
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