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Mercnbeth -> RE: The Perfect Date (8/18/2006 3:22:04 PM)
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Never have I hesitated so long before clicking on the 'OK' button... The first day of March. Spring, soon arriving, a perfect "top down" day in Southern California. The drive was long, but being relatively new to the area the 180 miles go by fast. Giving himself plenty of time he decides to take the Map-Quest "scenic route" through the wine country canyons of Santa Barbara county. Today is the first face to face meeting with a contact made from a website. A couple weeks ago he started corresponding with a woman who claimed to be interested in pursuing a BDSM lifestyle relationship. They chatted, shared stories of how they came to arrive at this point in their life and touched teasingly upon their respective "kinky" desires. She had been isolated in her life, finding out about the lifestyle only after her doctor recommending she change it in order to quit smoking. A search using the word "lifestyle" uncovered a world she only thought existed in Amsterdam, secret New York clubs, or in her own mind. He couldn't remember when he didn't have those desires. Living in New York, they were experiences not fantasy; some deep, others shallow, none lasting. His demands as a dominant weren't physically as intense as they were mentally. For years he searched for a partner that shared his desire to live the life but so far he found those willing only to experiment or have a time limit. Even those willing to try an open ended time frame quit when they learned that "all the time" was not confined to the bedroom. The expectation here was no different. Since coming to LA there had been many similar meetings with similar results. He had fun, introduced himself to the local community, dated, played, and learned. This was his first experience out of his comfort zone of knowing just about everybody in the local community. He joined some local groups and went to the clubs. A friend suggested he join a lifestyle dating website. He did, but with no experience of the internet he had to learn some things. Quickly he learned to expect that some of the profile pictures were taken 25 pounds ago, learned that "not married" didn't mean that they didn't have a husband, learned that you can get trapped and waste time if your not careful, learned that most ads were placed by what he came to refer to as "one handed web surfers", and learned that "female" was sometimes defined differently in LA than it was in NY. Fortunately he wasn't the trusting kind anyway. Going on these first dates with a jaded, cynical mindset served him well. He treated each meeting as an adventure. Today the contact was to be with a tall, red headed woman 10 years his junior. Even if reality turned out to be a 225 pound balding cross dresser the scenery he was viewing for the first time was worth the trip. The first date was to be near the woman's home town. She really didn't seem knowledgeable or concerned regarding the safety precautions about meeting a stranger for the first time. Having given talks on the subject at the NYC club he frequented, he sent her, without her asking, his job and personal information and made sure she had set up safe calls which included code words in case he turned out to be a psycho. He told her this would only be a meeting of a few hours. They'd meet, talk, have a drink, and walk around the little tourist town where the meeting took place. If they both felt comfortable MAYBE they'd have dinner. He was adamant that there would be NO SEX, and absolutely NO BDSM PLAY. She was fascinated by his stories of his prior experiences and when he disclosed he had a "toy bag" she insisted he bring it. After much begging and "payment", consisting of quick "flash" on her webcam the night before the meeting, he agreed to bring it. As he packed it in the morning he didn't think it would ever leave the trunk. Exactly on time he walked into the restaurant bar that she picked for the meeting. Walking through the place he was now sure she was at least 15 years older than what she represented. The place looked to him like senior citizen tourist bus stop. He found out it was "famous" for it's Pea Soup, which he associated with the special effect for the Exorcist movie. It was 11:30 the place was mostly empty with only a few early elderly lunch dinners. He walked to the bar and she was there alone, not even the bartender. He was stunned. She didn't look anything like her pictures. She was more beautiful than any one dimensional image that had been conveyed. Shaking her hand, among the trembling, he felt a pulse pass between them. She had warned him that she was very shy and he would have to initiate the conversation. But when the bartender returned, about 15 minutes later, he realized he was speaking his first words; "I'll have a scotch." The bartender decided to stay and being the only customers in the place they had him exclusively. They wanted each other exclusively so after finishing the one drink, they departed. They got into the car, top down, and headed for the little tourist town. She wasn't too excited about the idea of being in a crowd, one of the first things they found out they had in common. She suggested they drive into her "neighborhood". Really not a neighborhood at all, but a canyon with houses interspersed every 1/2 mile or so on one lane country rode. It was beautiful! They talked the entire hour long drive from the restaurant. Actually she talked, he the outgoing verbal one, listened and when the road allowed looked at her. The scenery now no longer important. She was proud to show off the area where she lived most of her life. She pointed out a few miles up from her place there was a remote area with a great view. She said we could stop and look and continue to talk up there, nobody ever used this road unless they lived there or were lost. He said that wasn't a smart think to tell someone who she'd just met and didn't know. She laughed and said she was pretty confident about her safety. Once at the spot they got out of the car. The view was truly magnificent, overlooking a lush green valley but it was lost on both of them. They looked only at each other. It was impossible to tell who reached for the other first, but soon they were locked in a passionate embrace giving each other an even more passionate first kiss. It may have gone further right then, right there, but all of sudden the deserted country road, wasn't. She knew immediately it wasn't a neighbor, but she was right regarding who used the road. The people saw us, stopped, admitted to being lost and asked for directions back to "civilization". She directed them, though I bet they had to ask a few more times before getting to where they were going. Passion now simmering, he looked into her eyes and asked where they should go. Melting into his arms she said a hotel would be very nice. His thoughts should have been on his "rules" for first dates and first meetings, but they were only on her. He asked her to point the way to something nice on the water, and they headed to Pismo Beach. On the way they continued to talk. She said she really wanted to see what was inside his bag. He told her she just might get to do just that and more. After stopping at two places with no rooms, they finally found one. Ironically, having the toy bag gave the appearance of having a travel bag. When the got to the room he told her it was for real. He asked if she wanted to experience all they had talked about on-line and throughout the day. There was a noticeable trembling in her voice as she said yes. He explained to her, that without knowing her, he would need her to share in the control of what was to happen. He said he wouldn't do anything she wasn't comfortable in doing or having done to her. He asked if she trusted him enough to expect him to stop if she said to do so. She said she did. He told her that if she couldn't form the words she should snap her fingers and immediately anything occurring would end. Once again he asked if she understood. An even softer yes came from her lips as he kissed her. Looking deeply into her eyes he asked if she was ready to submit to him. This time she could only nod. He told her to walk across the room. Once in front of the closed drapes he instructed her to stand and slowly remove her clothing while looking into his eyes. As few times she was too quick and he told her to slow down. He sat across the room, fully dressed, sipping on some wine that they picked up along the way. When she was nude he had her place her hands behind her head with elbows out and slowly turn. He was blown away by her beauty, his throat dry from the excitement her naked body generated. After a few minutes he had her get on her knees and crawl across the room to where he sat. In front of her on the floor was the toy bag. He had her go look in and take an item out. Telling her to pick out whatever she was curious and he would tell her how it was used. She remained kneeling and pulled out the first item, a suede gray flogger. He held it up and flipping it though the air, told her that the flogger was the only "lifestyle" toy that was specifically designed for application on humans. First used by the ancients to spur on or punish their slaves. He told her there were infinite varieties which could generate infinite sensations. He told her to pull out the 3 others in the bag, both leather, one short the other braided and knotted at the tips. And so it went. It took awhile. He didn't take all his toys but he had a variety. A crop, a slapping leather paddle or two, a Wattenberg wheel, and clips and clamps of in various styles from clover to tiny pink plastic clothespins. He had her touch them and in some cases even smell them as he went into intimate details of how they can, and would be used. The sexual tension in the room was palpable. As he sat there still dressed looking down at her, naked, flush with passion. He held her face in his hand, had her look into his eyes and asked her to pick out a toy she wanted to feel used on her body. His eyebrow raised as she picked the Japanese clover clamps and placed them in his hands. He told her to cup her breasts and ask him to put the first clip on her nipple. When she didn't say please, he took the crop from the table, told her to turn around, pressing her head to the floor he used the flogger 5 times on each of her ass cheeks. Her first "lesson" had begun. Turning around she spoke and asked him to please put the clip on her nipple. She winced and sighed deeply and asked for the mate to be places on her other nipple. Of course she remembered to say "please". Once the process was completed he had her stand. Looking into her eyes he didn't think she was capable of making many more choices. He stood, again kissed her deeply, and told her to remove his clothes. Soon they were both naked. She was literally glowing. Her breasts rising, now bejeweled with the clips, as she breathed deeply, seeming to never get quite enough air. He led her to the bed where they made passion because is was more then any previous love making experience. He used the toys he brought. They used each other to the point of exhaustion. As some point they napped, or passed out. When they awoke naked in each other arms he noticed that he had marked her. He ass was red and somewhat bruised, her breast sore at the nipples still had pink stripes from the leather flogger he used. He apologized for being so intense on this "first date". He told her he was embarrassed at having broken his promise and compromised his personal belief about playing on the first meeting. She just smiled and said nothing only sinking deeper in his arms. They made love again, this time a little slower and without the props. Finally the hunger in their stomach's exceeded their hunger for each other. They showered, dressed, went out to enjoy a great steak at a local restaurant famous for them. Afterward, returning to the hotel, it was time to feed the other hunger again until once again passing into the world of Morpheus, waking in the moring to the sound of the surf outside the sliding door of their room. Well, that's how the first date went for us. Every word true, toned down a bit because the literal truth couldn't be put into words. In many ways that first date has never ended. It was, and is, "perfect".
One month from yesterday we'll be married.
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