BDSM
18 May 2020


I hadn’t been back into swinging long when I met my Dom. He took me as his date to a party and as we really didn’t know each other, planned to meet beforehand to break the ice before heading out. I’d travelled hours by train, got soaked by a downpour and wasn’t feeling my best. I was disappointed that I wasn’t going to make the best first impression. So I found a place to go change into dry clothes and did my best to look less like a drowned rat. I walked past the place we were supposed to be meeting and to my disappointment it was hired out for a private function. So when he turned up, I wasn’t where I should be, but he found me.

He was apologetic as he’d arrived later than anticipated, but it was ok, he’d communicated that and it was expected. He seemed disappointed in himself, so I reassured him that I don’t do one night stand dates and there will be a next time. I was enveloped into a big hug and kisses that made me want more. He smiled and his face relaxed a little as he asked if I’d eaten, clearly he hadn’t so insisted we go find something. We spotted a fish and chip store.

Right about that same time another man who’d shown interest in me had arrived. I made pleasant conversation, not wanting to seem rude. My Dom lay down his coat on the wet seat so I’d be comfortable, offered me some of his chips and I was impressed by his thoughtfulness. The other guy sat with us and while he was nice to me, I’d wished he would go. Eventually he did and my Dom reminded me that just because I was his date, didn’t mean he had expectations of sex with me. I recall telling him not to be silly, that I’d chosen him and he’d better be getting some time with me or I’d be sad. Moments later it seems, we were off to the party and after I’d had the newbie tour he whisked me off and claimed my body as his, making me cum over and over til my soul soared and my throat was dry.

He patted me on my ass and sent me off happy to fuck others. I didn’t realise it at the time but my invisible collar had been in place since we shared his chips earlier. I was almost in a trance when I followed him into that curtained off little slice of privacy. I revelled in his primal growl of appreciation when he saw me wearing the black lingerie he’d picked for me to wear. And I submitted to his need to claim me first. I didn’t want or need anyone else. My invisible collar blinkered me to all others until he patted my ass, and broke the spell with his permission. I went and did as I was told and sought fun with others until he had to leave suddenly. I was left with a problem, but the undeniable draw to him grew again so I went home with him. From that moment my invisible collar was always there.

I found myself again the next time we went to a party, not even being approached by others, even though they obviously wanted to. And I in turn stuck beside my Dom, until he patted my ass and sent me on my way. He wasn’t my Dom or my anything at that point, yet the invisible collar was there. And even when I reflect back to the story of my first spank from him, I was very much his even without a physical manifestation of the invisible collar. I sought his attention because I saw something wasn’t right, I was protective of him and in hindsight my instincts were spot on.

The more time we’ve spent together, the more I’ve tuned in to his needs. I’ve found myself changing gears, slowing down, enjoying his company and getting a good feel for what makes him happy. My subconscious takes little notes constantly of things that make him smile and my conscious mind follows through. Seeing him happy gives me a special joy, seeing him relax and trust that he can just be his true self with me, makes me happy beyond measure. It isn’t always the invisible collar that compels me though ..... for you see I’ve fallen headfirst down the rabbit hole that is love.

It is passionate, lustful, caring and kind love. It’s wake up in the middle of the night just to see him there beside me love. It’s stopping and thinking how did I get this lucky love. It’s friendship, companionship and just existing in each other’s orbit love. I do things that I can and want to do, because of my love for him. I am more than sub. I am friend, lover, sub and now girlfriend. I laid claim to him emotionally in the same way he claimed me physically that first night. Other women may have him and be pleasured, but he is only borrowed and his heart and soul belong with mine. To begin with I was skittish about showing emotional attachment to my Dom, but now I wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s mended my trust in loving again. My heart is happy.

I wait patiently for his collar that he is making me. By the time it finds my neck I feel it’s meaning will deepen. Til then I will not wear another collar other than the invisible one that is already his. I choose to only ever submit to him.

Tags: attraction, bdsm, boyfriend, dom


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