My journey began a few years ago when I was exposed to erotic stories. I began to read and then discovered my hidden interests. The following took place in a larger city last summer.
Every fourth Friday there is an event called "Gallery Night" which means all of the art galleries open with wine and cheese being served. All types of people participate usually in small groups or alone, both male and female. I went with an out of town relative who laughingly warned me that all types usually attend these events and I would be exposed to some who might be different than mainstream vanilla society. This excited me! I met several men and women, exchanging warm smiles with others. My relative never knew she had exposed me to a group that I would be enchanted within the months to come.
My next "Gallery Night" I roamed every gallery, meeting and chatting with several, some that I had seen before. One lady I noticed several times, exchanging smiles but never meeting. She was around mid-forty with short dark hair, almond-shaped eyes, and wore little if any make up. She had on a plain dress with buttons in the front, and sandals, all very appealing to me. She usually was alone or talking to other men and women. The men almost always looked artsy and often their mannerisms suggested they were gay. I talked to some of the same people and almost left with one.
Toward the end of the night she began to smile at me every time our eyes met and as everyone was leaving I found myself next to her. We both laughed and introduced ourselves. She told me she was intrigued by watching me but was unsure of why I was there. She had expected me to join some of those I talked with but I never did. She invited me to a late snack at a small restaurant next door. I was elated.
We talked and I began to feel that she was always in control and always knew what she wanted. The more we chatted the more I knew I liked her. Each could start a sentence and the other knew immediately how to finish it. I was as infatuated as I think I had ever been on meeting someone. I asked her why she was so intrigued with me and unsure why I attended the showing.
She just smiled and while looking directly into my eyes told me that she might be totally wrong but she did not think so. She told me at first she thought I was interested only in women, and then she was unsure thinking I might be gay. To her that did not exactly fit. Her final assessment was that I was totally liberated sexually and was no doubt submissive, being able to serve either male or female depending on who connected with me.
As the words rolled from her lips I began to turn bright red, I blushed more than I can ever remember. She just laughed softly and put her hands on mine telling me what I felt was very normal and wonderful. She then asked if her assessment was correct. I stammered, afraid to answer, until she demanded a response.
I just opened up and told her she was correct and that at times I was ashamed and at times proud of my submissive feelings. I told her that from the moment I saw her my heart rate went out of control. The thought that she might be Dominant was overwhelming. She replied that she found me interesting and wanted to know more about my feelings. I very softly whispered that she fascinated me and that from the first minute I felt like I belonged to her. She called for the check and told me we were going to a more intimate club.
The club was downtown in the warehouse section. It had no sign, just a parking lot across from the door. We entered a small foyer where a woman was sitting at a small desk. The two women knew each other and my friend explained I was new, never been there before, and she was sure I would fit in nicely. We were allowed to enter a dimly lit bar area where I noticed several women both at the bar and at small tables in the area. I saw two other men, both with females, but they did not acknowledge my presence.
We sat at the bar as she explained that this was a very special place for her and that it was exclusively for women. Women escorted men, submissive men, there. She then stared into my eyes as if she were searching my desires. Knowing not what to say, I just blurted out my feelings that I would eagerly do whatever she requested.
Smiling, she turned on the bar stool facing me. She placed one hand on my shoulder pushing me down as she unbuttoned her dress and opened the front. There at the bar, in front of everyone, I knew her wish for me. I stared into her eyes as I knelt before her, hoping she could sense how much I wanted to please her. Slowly my head moved to her body. My lips wanted to be between her legs. My nostrils flared as the scent of a woman filled my senses. My heart was pounding as I opened her with my tongue.
She made no sound but I felt her approval from wetness. I served. I gradually began to notice that several of the women had gathered around and that the bar lights were brighter. Eventually she pulled me to a standing position and made me face the group. Some smiled, some gave me the look that they would enjoy me later, all eyes were on us—lustful, curious, and some amused.
My new friend knew I was hers. She enjoyed the feeling that she had the control and wanted to use it. She then led me over to one of the tables hidden in the darkness. Seated was one of the men I had talked to at the gallery and an older woman. The women spoke and then I was told to kneel. The older woman spoke briefly to her companion; he rose from his chair, and stood before me. Slowly he dropped his pants exposing an enormous semi erect cock. His pubic area was completely void of hair, which made his circumcised cock stand out even more.
My new friend bent to my ear and whispered that I should taste him. She knew it was something I could do and would do and she wanted to be the force that pushed me into it. I had hesitated only a second before she told me to look into her eyes and to keep my focus on her, she would tell me all I needed to know. Then she placed her hand on the back of my head, gently pushing me toward him.
My lips parted as I accepted what she wished for me. She was telling me how and what I should do next, how to hold my mouth and how deep to take him. He was fully erect and my mouth was so full. My lips pulled on his purple ring of pleasure. Her eyes were glistening from excitement. She was cooing to me the whole time and told me he was close.
She told me to use my hands to spread his ass cheeks and then to use my fingers to enter his rose. Immediately I could feel him begin to swell. I could get several fingers in easily as she told me I could be like that with her training. As I pushed into his rose and rubbed his head with my tongue I was told to take all of his honey. His squirts were jets of hot semen and with each squirt I could feel his rose contractions as well as his cock pulsating while electric jolts charged thru his body. Her eyes were glazing over as I took the last. I tenderly used my tongue to rub over his drained member. She pulled me back and he returned to his seat never looking at me. I was told to stand and we retreated to another dark corner.
She looked at me as a gentle smile formed. She took my hand and as our eyes met she asked me if I had enjoyed. My reply was yes. She asked if any of this was a first for me to which I replied it all was. She wanted to know all of my feelings, which I readily babbled to her. She then asked if I wanted to continue on the journey that she had planned for me. I lowered my head as I whispered yes.
She told me to stand in front of her as she turned her chair to the wall. Shielding me from the others, she asked me to drop my pants. As they fell my member sprang from the constraints of my pants, I was dripping. She placed her hand under my cock using her fingers to reach almost to my rose as she began massaging and milking me for pre cum. Droplets began to flow. She quickly retrieved a plug from her purse and as I watched she began to coat the tip and sides with my own juices. Sternly I was ordered to bend over and spread.
As I opened myself, she took the last drop and rubbed my rose, inserting the tip of her finger inside of me. As she withdrew, she pushed her coated plug into me. In one swift motion I had been filled. She turned me around and told me to pull my pants up commenting that I must be a virgin. She told me she enjoyed being my first and always wanted that plug in when we talked. Her finger began tracing an outline on my lips before plunging it into my mouth. I sucked and tasted me, almost melting from the look of pleasure on her face. I agreed to be her pet and began my journey.
