0 comments/ 10484 views/ 0 favorites A Seduction Pt. 01 By: SeekerofJoy This is taken from a running email dialogue between a very sensual dominant woman and a submissive male - each in search of what the other has: Call this Part 1 Miss, I am infatuated with your note below: "What is it about a subtle shift in a glance, a slow lowering of lashes, a gentle throbbing of veins on the side of a long, thick neck that tells you everything you need to know? And then, you pounce..." Those sentences resonate in me more than I care to admit. To be someone's prey, to be seen and understood so deeply and to be exposed and vulnerable to another being is a powerful state that I wish to encounter. I hope we have a chance to chat. Kind Regards, ry Dear Ry, Tell me more about why those words resonated in you ... Jen Hi Jen, My life is (insert caveat here: mostly) an open book. What would you like to know about me? Seriously - what may I share with you so that you understand me a bit better. And what may I know about you? How did you come to the state of mind that you find yourself in the context of D/s? What about this world brings you the most fulfillment and joy? Kind Regards, ryan, Dear ryan, Love caveats...lol. Of course we all have our spots of reserve. Where would the fun be if you were a completely open book. Seriously though, tell me about when you figured out you were submissive. And bisexual. As for me, ask what you will. To answer your first question, I found out I was dominant while still in college. It was definitely an eye-opener. It took me a few years to understand what it all meant, to become comfortable in my own skin, and how it all fit into my general life. It has been a journey ever since. What brings me joy and fulfillment? I enjoy watching my sub come undone by my hands, my mouth, my words- among other things. I like being the one that determines how, what, and when we get to a certain level. I'm a sensualist. It excites me being the top. Sue me...lol. Jen Dear Jen, Please allow me to share with you my own self-analysis about how and when I came to realize the things you ask about. Realizing and finding a label for them are two different items right? I have always thought of myself as a masculine guy and still do and I have never harbored any sense of ill will or thoughts towards folks of any gender bending ways. My folks were very open minded and I was raised the same way - live and let live. When I was a preteen...pretty young actually .....I was totally turned on to Houdini ...fascinated and turned on (but did not know what that was at the time - to be aroused). I would have my older brothers (me - youngest of three boys) tie me up and their friends and later, their girl friends would tie me up and watch me writhe to try and get loose. Sometimes they just left me in the basement trying to get loose and I almost always succeeded. One guy hogtied me really tight - rope around the neck to my ankles and wrists.... but anyway I digress. And watching old Tarzan movies where men and women are running around half naked, in peril, being chased and captured turned me on but again I had no idea what being turned on meant - I just know that when I was older and reflected back, I came to understand myself a bit better. Ever seen those movies where someone is tied at the stake or staked to the ground. Anything like that got my attention...my rapt attention Jen! I was raised in a (nonreligious) jewish household and I will even admit to you, that movies where I saw depictions of Jesus in peril ....that even did things for me (I hope you do not find that offensive, just want you to understand how my formidable years of youth were affected by the imagery). And I can clearly remember being in maybe the 4th or 5th grade and some girl from school that I did not know that well...tackled me on the playground and just straddled me and had me pinned and was just grinning at me ear to ear with her own self satisfied pleasure while I stared up at her helpless but not wanting to be let up (ever!). So fast forward through the years, high school, college - I always had a steady gf, I was always the alpha male type but perhaps much more erotic, sensual and a bit kinkier than them. I would sometimes do some light bondage and lots of foreplay LOTS of teasing and denial on them. It made me appear to be a good lover but it was masking something. It was what I was craving to experience. My fantasies always ran to being with an experienced dominatrix type. The internet age came about ... chat rooms and so much information available about D/s. I love to read and found some very good information online and started to understand myself MUCH better and felt much less "abnormal" for the thoughts that were in my mind. I realized that I was submissive - I guess a switch during play time but in my heart of hearts - submissive. I never admitted it to any of my gf's or lovers. In terms of bisexuality - I have never been with another man before. But I used to (and still do) have thoughts, dreams (real vivid nighttime dreams) and fantasies about being Topped by a man or forced to do things with another sub guy by a Domme/Dom. And I can go back in my mind and think of guys that I found attractive and not be embarrassed by admitting it to myself or to you. It is not something that I seek out and not something I share with my friends or family but it is within me. I have seen the term heteroflexible. Maybe that is me. I love women. LOVE the female form in all of its glory. And I am very orally fixated. Lips make me crazy...I could stare at them all day long. You mention becoming comfortable in your own skin. That has been my journey. Getting to that point and I am getting more and more comfortable as time goes by. Coming undone. Subspace.... being captivated by another - letting down my guard and becoming completely vulnerable is a very powerful prospect. I guess for me, much of what I crave is a total mindf*ck for lack of better words (where is my thesaurus!?). I imagine that just being understood, talked to and stared at for long minutes or hours and the briefest, slightest touch from that person who has me under their spell - well that would likely last me a lifetime. You are a Sensualist? I find that to be a hypnotic label all unto itself! Do I even dare go back and edit this note? I dare not for fear I will become bashful about oversharing. Please share with me some of your experiences - positive, negative. How did you get comfortable in your skin? Are you married and if so, does your partner understand where you are in this realm? I would love to hear about your eye opener. I really love the way you write. Your last paragraph below takes my breath away (heavy sigh). Are you a writer by trade? ryan PS - did I over share? Was this TMI? ryan, Thank you so very much for being honest with your answers. Let me state that I didn't find anything your wrote offensive in the least. I think we all have those moments in life, that in hindsight, we realize were clues for who we would ultimately become. You being hogtied, the little girl straddling you, the feeling of wanting to be teased, excited- etc. Amazing how all those moments form our inner core, huh? As for your sexuality, I think that we all have the possibility of being gender fluid. Given the right person, the amount of heat that he/she generates for us, and we will willingly experience a moment(s). Nothing wrong with that. As for me, once I hit my 30's, I realized that I was okay with who I was and in the process of becoming. I have never been one for head games and in my 30's, I simply decided that I wouldn't allow myself to ever play them or be drawn into them. Once that decision was made, it freed me to simply live and let live. Life is far too short to muck about or to care what others think of you. So as long as we live honestly and openly, not trying to deliberately hurt others, it's all good. My eye-opener happened one night while still in college. I was fooling around with my boyfriend at the time. Things got a little out of hand. We both realized how incredibly aroused we were by it and decided to simply roll with it. And while things clicked for me that night, it did take me several more years to fully grasp what it all meant. But I have no regrets at all. I am not married. If I were, I certainly would not be on this site. I am, have always been, a one sub/man Domme/Woman. I firmly believe that the only way one can go deep in this type of relationship is to be all in. To give and take fully, openly, honestly. How can you possibly do that if you're busy messing about with multiple people? I like that I took your breath away... Jen Dear Jen, I have always been drawn to the written word and greatly appreciate that craft. I love to come across a book that will not let me look away. I recently read Tinkers and Let the Great World Spin. Both very well written and I find myself going back and reading out loud some of the sentences because of just how beautifully they sound. Thank you for taking the time to write me back. I find you to be an immensely pleasurable person to share with - I do not have much experience with folks on this site and find you to be a rare treasure. Warm Regards, ryan Naked body in the snow? Now I know you're trying to tempt me. That image, along with the fact you called yourself a pup, is seared into my brain. Give a sub an inch and he'll try to pull you that extra mile. Typical. Lol. So you're a touch junkie (among other things)? And like to feel spacey? How soon can you get here? Seriously though, you do flatter me endlessly with praise for my writing. How will I ever live up to all that pressure? Lol. I love watching my sub float. I love seeing the moment when he enters into that sub-space because of my touch, seeing his eyes glaze over, watch his body writhe, hear his moans, feel him tremble underneath me; love seeing him shiver because of my warm, moist breathe against his ear as I whisper all the things I am going to keep doing to him. Junkies indeed. You want my secrets? You'll have to work to get them out of me... Safe travels there and back. This Domme wants to continue tormenting you. Jen A Seduction Pt. 02 From the dark hallway, he takes me through to the bedroom. If it's cold, I'm not feeling it. I'm following slightly in a trance, dizzy from the kiss we've shared. My hand brushes softly against his hard smooth buttocks, then he twists round suddenly and his tongue is in my mouth again. I don't think I ever knew exactly what weak at the knees meant until that moment, and like a soft supple paralysis I flake down on the bed with him on top of me, the two of us kissing and moaning as our legs and bodies intertwine. I love the feel of his smooth hard body against my hairy chest. We turn on our sides as his tongue still explores mine, and I reach down to feel his cock, which has that lovely hard-soft feel a cock has as it reaches tumescence. His cock is long and averagely thick, and I stroke it gently as his hands reach round my ass cheeks. I've never kissed a man and there's this intense floating sensation - he's by any standards a great sensual kisser. He looks up at me with an intent look, then his gorgeous mouth plants itself my left nipple as I groan with pleasure. He intends to take his full share of pleasure of my body, I can tell. He sits up slightly, and I can see his gorgeous juicy hardening prick inviting me. My shoulders droop and my tongue comes to rest on his inner thigh, and working up my tongue plays along the ridge of his penis, before sliding over his head and taking him in my mouth. He smells beautifully of male must. It's not the biggest cock I've had in my mouth but it's easily the most delicious. He's stroking my hair, gently encouraging, as I work around the head and feeling that soft hard sensation. He moans, "that's good, that's it" as my wet tongue varies up its strokes and licks as my hands reach up to caress his smooth chest and belly as my mouth goes deeper and deeper over his length, and for a couple of minutes I'm eating him up until he puts his hand on the back of my head and says, "sit up." I'm floating like a leaf of grass in the breeze as his tongue slides into my mouth again, and there's no resistance as he pushes me onto my back. He pulls legs out and puts his between mine and starts to kiss down deep into me as my hands reach around his back. He's forceful, in charge, without being rough or arrogant and he knows exactly what he's doing as his knees spread my legs even wider as his hard juicy beautiful prick brushes against my ass. I've never been fucked by a guy before, and I'm a little uncomfortable. There's amazing pressure on my prostate, and it feels scary and terrifying, and he's not wearing a condom. He senses my apprehension, and whispers in my ear, "I'm not trying to fuck you, I'm just teasing your ass." And then, to my amazement, I find myself, almost out of my own body, whispering back in his ear: "You can fuck me if you like." He runs the flat of his middle finger teasingly over my hole, before opening the bedside drawer and taking out some condoms and some lube. Breathing slowly and deeply I feel him over me as he puts on a condom and puts the tiniest amount of lube on his finger which quickly starts running over my hole and finally slips in while I give a very audible gasp of pleasure. I'm clearly zoned, as, while his finger stays inside me, he pushes my chest back with his hand and says "just relax." I don't have to be told twice. My hole starts to ease round his finger, my head flung back on the pillow. He's being gentle, and in retrospect he's checking me out, seeing how far he thinks I'll stretch. It seems like a beautiful forever as his finger works deeper into my hole. Sure, I'd fingered myself before and even experimented with some toys a while back, but this feels different because it's being done to me by a guy who's somehow manoeuvred me into this position, and at this point there's not a part of me that doesn't want his hot hard prick inside me. His finger withdraws slowly and he then gets more lube which he rubs along my ass, with his knees pushing mine wider and his hands raising them higher as he pushes the tip of his cock against my anus. The pressure is intense but I can feel that he's not just going to ram it in me, he's going to feel his way in in case it hurts to much. I give a groan as he starts to push inside me. I feel him pause a moment then plunge in to my hot virgin hole, and yes, it's sore, unbelievably intense and maybe the most pleasurable experience of my life. I remember thinking, "a man's cock is inside me," and I can't deny that the idea is both freaking me out and turning me on. As his lubed cock goes in and out of my ass, I find that there's a strange rhythm to the pleasure - moments of intense white hot bliss accompanied by painful dead spots where it just feels like hard work, but my ass is pushing back against him in both these moments, and as his head comes round my shoulder I feel my mouth nibbling round his ear, which only intensifies his hungry taking of me. The laws of gravity no longer seem to apply to my legs when he withdraws briefly and places my legs on his shoulders before squeezing his cock back into my hole. And I must admit, I'm loving being supine for him, on my back, his cock in my ass and my legs actually on his shoulders as he thrusts in and out and my intense pleasure mounts and fades, I go through transports of cool white bliss which is never entirely comfortable but feels amazing. And this is when it gets a little too intense. There's no doubt at this point I'm absolutely spaced out and over-adrenalized - in other words, I'm in a intoxicated trance and I'm really not sure what I'm doing. And at this point, the experience takes a final direction. He whispers in my ear "I want you to ride my cock. I'm going to lie on my back, and I'm going to stay inside you." I follow him over (at this point it feels like I'd do anything he says), and I find myself on top of him with my anus filled with his hot hard dick and I'm actually riding him, my ass pushing back on his cock and I'm screaming with delight. In fact, he's getting more than he bargained for - he clearly was looking for a long, slow sensuous fuck, but I'm bouncing on that dick so hard and so intensely that I don't even realize that I'm repeatedly banging my head against the wooden end of his bed (later, I vaguely remember him saying "you're hurting your head"), as my anus groans with the most intense pleasure I've ever experienced in my life, like the best shit I've ever had happening over and over and over again, before I come just by riding his long cock in a wave of pleasure that feels like I'm shitting out gold coins. Then I flop into his arms. Later, when I got home somehow, he messaged to ask if I was OK - apparently I was there for 10 minutes saying absolutely nothing and not responding to his questions. All said, though, it was a bit too intense for him - he told me that he didn't want a repeat as he really didn't enjoy it. And that sounds fair enough - it probably wasn't the most reciprocal of experiences, in the end. But for three days after, I'm walking about with this a sore head, and when people ask me about it I say I just bumped into a kitchen cupboard. But what they can't sense is that amazing feeling in my anus and between my legs. The soreness lasts for days - and for me at least, it's blissful.