WHEN THE DOM APPEARS

[Rumpleseed]

I was recently chatting with a friend and she asked Me “what do you like about the dynamics of a D/s?”. To be honest with you, an answer seemed out of reach to Me. However, the story of My emergence as a BDSM Dom came to mind and seemed the appropriate thing to tell her. I dedicate this story to her. Enjoy……

Once, when I as much younger Man back in the 90’s, in the Police ***, My life comprised of flashing blue lights, guns, fast cars and even faster women. There never seemed to be enough of the latter and nothing they could do to me sexually seemed to fulfil Me. I was insatiable. Yes, they satisfied Me sexually, I came, they came, but I never felt that………release! for a better word.

One Saturday night, after finishing afternoon shift at 11pm, a college suggested we hit the city to relax. "Sure" I said. Of course, why wouldn’t I, city = prey. I always knew I was a predator, even from a young man.

Anyhoos, unbeknown to Me, my college was a Dom and he took Me to My first Dungeon. At first, It all seemed a bit overwhelming, kinky, weirdo's I thought. But, as the night turned into early morning and I'd spent the night mingling amongst the most interesting human beings I'd ever met, I was hooked and wanted more. Of what? I wasn’t really sure, I just knew that I wanted it.

I returned, several times by Myself. Each time, I was welcomed with open arms by man and woman, Dom and sub alike. I was a "curiosity" to them….hahaha. They all knew I was a vanilla, and a Cop at that and yet they still accepted Me, without judgement of any form. My handcuffs were a HUGE hit! I must admit, it humbled Me and made Me feel ashamed for ever having thought these wonderful people, with all their wonderful kinks and quirks, could have ever been weirdo’s or freaks.

Before long, I found Myself at ease around these people. The fire that had raged within Me for all so long seemed tempered somehow. I felt comfortable and accepted by My piers that came from all walks of life and came in all shape and sizes.

One night, I can recall it as though it was last night. I was sitting in a large, brown, high backed leather studded chair talking to a Domme friend of Mine. She was trying to convince Me to sub to her.....hahaha. A young slave girl walked over to Me. I never even saw her coming through the crowd. She knelt before Me, placed her two hands on My boots (leather Police boots) and said "excuse me Sir, may I get you something?" I can remember looking at this Angel face with perfect skin and the most piercing blue eyes looking up at Me with her back arched in submission. I was mesmerised and transfixed upon her. The Domme I was talking to brushed her away with her hand saying "He's not a Dom you silly girl, be gone with you!" With that she scurried away through the crowd and in an instant, she was gone. My heart was racing and I didn't understand why. I sat there, sipping on My drink, listening to My Domme friend but not really hearing what she was saying. I was transfixed on that image of a slave girl at My feet.

That was the night, for the first time in My life I knew who I was, what I was, I was Dom. The very idea of a slave or submissive *** Me. THIS! Was My new drug of choice, others submission to Me was what finally released Me and gave Me peace.

Since that fateful encounter all those many years ago, everything about training a slave or submissive has been My euphoria and I have pursued it relentlessly. I’ve truly lost count of how many have sat at My feet in Dungeons and private play. That image of an angel on her knees, back arched, hands outstretched and piercing blues looking up has always driven Me onto My next adventure in the BDSM world.

[Wo****]

Beautiful story ❤

[Si****]

I would have said "don't you dare move" looking into those blue eyes. Your Domme friend didn't do you any favours. lol thanks for sharing.

[Deleted Member]

Such an interesting read.  Thank you for sharing x

[PixieDust]

One of my favourite things. is to hear how others got started on their journey into this lifestyle we hold so dear, so I really enjoyed reading yours.  Thank you for sharing, it was beautiful.  🧚‍♀️

[Mo****]

Mate it would seem that you and I have a similar background. I left the cops a very long time ago, and rather than being in the bdsm crowd I was heavily involved in the swinging scene, but that lead me to the world of bdsm and kink. A journey that I have enjoyed, but having a career in the army that lasted 39 years which meant moving every 2 or 3 years made it hard to find play partners in different locations. Like you, I can remember that first time that I had that submissive looking up at me, her eyes and face almost beseeching me to take her.

Just recently I had a relative newbie that I spent a lot of time talking to say to me, "What do you get out of all of this"? And my reply was the euphoria of seeing her in a place of bliss and contentment after our session.

[Leisa]

Thank you for sharing your journey. It’s always nice to hear another’s retelling of how they came to be either one or the other. For some it’s a questioning over many years. For others it’s ingrained and they know fairly early into their journey that this is the only way to untold happiness. For me serving my Dominate gives me the ultimate joy. Sounds like you’re there and carefully took the steps necessary to become the best Dom you could be. Your submissive is very lucky indeed.