First Sensual Encounter

The sound unmistakable, the metallic thunk of a lock being released to the door of My home. I looked to your eyes, and you looked down as you had committed yourself.
I opened the door with one hand, the other connected to yours by only our pinkies. A gentle tug to the finger brought you inside. As I closed and locked behind us, I again caught the fragrance of your perfume. It had been haunting Me since I had picked you up at your home much earlier in the evening.


Smiles, what an evening it . I had called you much earlier in the week, and we had together planned the evening out to a quiet restaurant about a twenty minute drive from your place,. Your desire to please had Me choosing your wardrobe, as you had sent me pictures of you modeling both lingerie and dresses. Outwardly you had that professional woman look, but with a slight tease, with a few buttons undone, a bit to risque for the office. Your heels, elevated you slightly, just enough so that I down to you two inches. Underneath, that special lingerie to impress. Your Jewelry delicate, and at My insistence two loops in your pierced ears each about an inch in diameter.


The conversation throughout the evening had been enjoyable, much like many of the telephone conversations which we had had over the last month. Upon meeting you at a munch, I had given you my number, and surprised when you called. a day or so later. A week after that we met for coffee and then a leisurely walk through a park, talking of each others backgrounds, and what we both enjoyed about the lifestyle. Somehow through that we found a connection, and at the end of the outing, you had the spontaneity to give Me an affectionate hug. There after the texts and telephone conversations became more frequent as we started to reveal our inner thoughts and desires.


At the conclusion of our meal, we arose from the table. Slyly I whispered into your ear, "should you wish to spend the night with Me, you are to slip off to the ladies room, return with your panties in hand, and discreetly place them in the right pocket of my leather jacket". Much to My delight, you dutifully did that, slipping the satin into my pocket as I the bill at the counter. As you withdrew your hand, I grasped it, and then entwined our two pinkies, leading you out into the night and to my car. Upon reaching the car I raised your hand to my lips, kissed your fingers and whispered "thankyou littleone." To which you responded, "it will be my pleasure, Sir."


The music on the way to my home of your choosing. It the playlist of an accomplished female artist. Again our pinkies were entwined and hands rested on the console between us. As we rolled up to my home I turned off the ignition and we continued to listen to the playlist as it concluded. Turning, I noticed that you were biting your lip, a detail I would address in the near future. There after I escorted you to the front door.


The whiff of perfume drew my body to yours, as I did so I raised your pinkie, leading your left hand above hand above your head, my body pressing yours against the wall behind us. My free hand grasped your other wrist, then pinned it against the other. My right hand trailed down, a finger slipped through the loop of your right ear ring ,lightly pulling your hair, compelling you to turn your head as I pinned your head against the wall, which exposed your nec
My eyes were intense, into the depths of yours. Our bodies pressed together, my chest against your heaving breasts, my firm covered manhood pressed to your dripping sex. Not a word said. I focused my attention to your flesh, placed My lips on your neckline, slowly nibbling and butterfly kissing your sensual skin. I worked my way to your ear lobe kissed it than lightly bit.


"Mine" I softy growled into your ear.


"yours" you responded, knees weakening, spreading your legs, and involuntarily grinding your mons to my hardness.


This blog reflects how I would treat a submissive, should we meet. I try to keep all of my blog posts as realistic as possible. Currently I am seeking a submissive, from 55 to 75, who resides in Alberta, and who has a spiritual background, preferably Christian or Catholic, I believe that one is most happy when their lifestyle actions are in alignment with their moral compass.

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