Dating Dominants Vol. 1
A few months ago I was in a very bad state. My engagement had just ended and I was coming off a month of non dating to recover. I had moved to a new state and felt crushed by a lot of things. I knew no one and had to rebuild my life with very little way to begin. I had taken a lot of steps to improve my life and some had backfired. Still, I felt I was on the right path and was glad I took action.
I resolved to only get involved with female led relationships from then on in. For years I knew I was submissive and spent enough time in introspection that I knew what I needed in a partner but I was dating vanilla or even submissive women and felt like I was cheating myself. I knew it would be difficult but from then on I decided that it had to be done. It would be more difficult but I consider myself a quality man and a worthy sub and I hoped to attract the right woman.
I met a woman named C. She was nine years younger than me though seemed very much put together. I try to avoid dating women much younger than me and stick to the seven year rule I made of having a seven year range above and below my own age as best but she was much more mature and intelligent than most women. We shared interests, had a similar sense of humor and I liked her style. She wore jeans and converse, which I thought were perfect.
On our first date she told me she was a prodomme. She knew of my nature and I told her my feelings on professionals- that I thought it too personal to share with a stranger. We didn't spend too much time on D/s but rather talked as couples usually do on the first date. We got along very well and time went by quickly. She spent more time with me than she planned but we both enjoyed the evening. That weekend we saw each other again.
We became more personal on our second meeting. Being a believer in blurred gender roles, she took me out and bought me dinner, treating me as men usually treat women. Though I was larger and stronger, I was meeker and softer than she was. She led me by the hand and spoke to the waitress when something wasn't right. I loved the feeling of being doted on.
That night we discussed a lot. She was a gender studies major in college, had modeled and had even been in porn briefly. Now she preferred to be behind the camera and was a photographer. She was at the failing end of a relationship that meant a lot to her so she stressed we would be non physical for some time. I was the person she came to to get away from it all, someone to listen, someone to comfort her. At the end of the night I found myself kissing and sucking her feet, something I enjoy for the submissive connotations. I'm not a foot fetishist but the act of adoring a woman's foot seems so...servile and loving... that it appealed to me.
On our third date we went out again. Once again she paid, another sign that she was in charge. Obediently I kept my mouth shut and blushed whenever she made an act of her superiority in public. We lamented our situations; her with her boyfriend, me with my job, my life and my now ex fiance. I was close to tears and she knew it. We had already established a rapport where I was not expected to be the stoic, unfeeling characters men are expected to be. She really reached a part of me that needed attention. For some time I felt hurt and vulnerable and her presence really drew it out of me. More than a few times since I've sobbed and felt much better in her arms. That night she soothed me and said she wanted to tuck me in. I brought her into my bedroom where she helped me undress. I stood naked before her, open and swelling before her eyes. She looked me up and down and gently took my hand to lead me into bed. Then, lovingly, she tucked me in, said some warm words, kissed me and made her way out. It was just what I needed.
Since then we've grown pretty close. As we started spending all of our time together after her boyfriend moved out she confessed that she wasn't looking for a relationship though she enjoyed being with me. She preferred to have a number of men to go to for sex.
We became very sexual and found each other to be almost perfect sexual partners. She's forceful and commanding, pushing me when I need to be pushed. In the bedroom she is the queen that takes any role she likes. I offer her comfort, affection and take her direction as she gives it. Our sex life consisted of a lot of oral. She was vigorous in taking the lead in that. Daily she'd queen me, cutting off my breath and berating me then turning soft and serene as her orgasm passed through her. To feel a woman squatting above you, her juices flowing from her sex to drench my face is spiritual. I felt owned, I felt like hers, regardless of how many other men she saw.
She confessed that I was her first choice and she only sees the others when I'm not around but I was still hurt that I wasn't her only one. I am looking for a monogamous relationship and the feelings I had for her wouldn't be returned. She is beautiful, intelligent, dominant and kind but I knew it would go no further.
I resolved to only get involved with female led relationships from then on in. For years I knew I was submissive and spent enough time in introspection that I knew what I needed in a partner but I was dating vanilla or even submissive women and felt like I was cheating myself. I knew it would be difficult but from then on I decided that it had to be done. It would be more difficult but I consider myself a quality man and a worthy sub and I hoped to attract the right woman.
I met a woman named C. She was nine years younger than me though seemed very much put together. I try to avoid dating women much younger than me and stick to the seven year rule I made of having a seven year range above and below my own age as best but she was much more mature and intelligent than most women. We shared interests, had a similar sense of humor and I liked her style. She wore jeans and converse, which I thought were perfect.
On our first date she told me she was a prodomme. She knew of my nature and I told her my feelings on professionals- that I thought it too personal to share with a stranger. We didn't spend too much time on D/s but rather talked as couples usually do on the first date. We got along very well and time went by quickly. She spent more time with me than she planned but we both enjoyed the evening. That weekend we saw each other again.
We became more personal on our second meeting. Being a believer in blurred gender roles, she took me out and bought me dinner, treating me as men usually treat women. Though I was larger and stronger, I was meeker and softer than she was. She led me by the hand and spoke to the waitress when something wasn't right. I loved the feeling of being doted on.
That night we discussed a lot. She was a gender studies major in college, had modeled and had even been in porn briefly. Now she preferred to be behind the camera and was a photographer. She was at the failing end of a relationship that meant a lot to her so she stressed we would be non physical for some time. I was the person she came to to get away from it all, someone to listen, someone to comfort her. At the end of the night I found myself kissing and sucking her feet, something I enjoy for the submissive connotations. I'm not a foot fetishist but the act of adoring a woman's foot seems so...servile and loving... that it appealed to me.
On our third date we went out again. Once again she paid, another sign that she was in charge. Obediently I kept my mouth shut and blushed whenever she made an act of her superiority in public. We lamented our situations; her with her boyfriend, me with my job, my life and my now ex fiance. I was close to tears and she knew it. We had already established a rapport where I was not expected to be the stoic, unfeeling characters men are expected to be. She really reached a part of me that needed attention. For some time I felt hurt and vulnerable and her presence really drew it out of me. More than a few times since I've sobbed and felt much better in her arms. That night she soothed me and said she wanted to tuck me in. I brought her into my bedroom where she helped me undress. I stood naked before her, open and swelling before her eyes. She looked me up and down and gently took my hand to lead me into bed. Then, lovingly, she tucked me in, said some warm words, kissed me and made her way out. It was just what I needed.
Since then we've grown pretty close. As we started spending all of our time together after her boyfriend moved out she confessed that she wasn't looking for a relationship though she enjoyed being with me. She preferred to have a number of men to go to for sex.
We became very sexual and found each other to be almost perfect sexual partners. She's forceful and commanding, pushing me when I need to be pushed. In the bedroom she is the queen that takes any role she likes. I offer her comfort, affection and take her direction as she gives it. Our sex life consisted of a lot of oral. She was vigorous in taking the lead in that. Daily she'd queen me, cutting off my breath and berating me then turning soft and serene as her orgasm passed through her. To feel a woman squatting above you, her juices flowing from her sex to drench my face is spiritual. I felt owned, I felt like hers, regardless of how many other men she saw.
She confessed that I was her first choice and she only sees the others when I'm not around but I was still hurt that I wasn't her only one. I am looking for a monogamous relationship and the feelings I had for her wouldn't be returned. She is beautiful, intelligent, dominant and kind but I knew it would go no further.
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