WillowRain
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Joined: 6/18/2006 Status: offline
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I am unsure about labels, but I will answer anyway. When did I know that Sir was indeed Mastering me? There are two answers. When I knew he maybe could. And when he was. We met through a friend who thought we might suit. It was aranged for me to bottom to him and a lady friend of his. The connection between the two tops at that time was very sparkly, and in that first scene, he and I did not have a hard core click, but there were moments where we crossed into spaces and then back out. At the time, the dominant who introduced us was also around and my trust in him is profound. So I was able to go farther in the scene than I might have in other situations because I had my dear friend close and my trust in him is complete and without hesitation. But there was one particular moment when I begged for water, and Sir opened a cold bottle brought it to his lips and then put his mouth to mine and had me drink. Very intimate, shockingly so, and something in the energy of it was... just... I don't know how to put it. I was sliding down the hill and knew it. But when I KNEW he was mastering me? It was the first time we were at the club together without other people around or with us. He was standing behind me and the intensity of his spirit was so much that it was making me dizzy, and I kept getting distracted by the pattern of his breath, or the sound of my own heart beat. Low and gentle his voice was pooling into my ear and down into my body, and even though I was managing to keep my head together on some levels, my body moved without hesitation into his hand. It was simple, words, standing together at a horse, close and touching. Him turning my body, moving my hand. It was like my wrist had utterly no volition, his fingers touched and I rolled my palm toward him, fingers unfurling. It was a little like watching myself from a distance. I was telling him that I didn't want to scene that night, and I didn't, I wanted to get to know him, to explore more subtle things, but my body, my body was completely willing to follow even his slightest gesture. We didn't scene that night, we did however discover that our mutual friend was right, we suited.
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