The story of how I met Master J… Or the story of how a 51 year old pulled a 24 year old as he prefers to refer to it!! :-p
To take you right back to our first meeting, which was several weeks before we became an item, it was way back in October of last year. I was taking a break from the toil and trouble of office work and accounting after leaving my long-term temp job in the summer. So I was working in a bar a short drive from my house, in a student type area of the city.
It was in October, as I said, that a mysterious older gentleman came in for a few drinks on one of our non-student evenings. I say a non-student evening as I doubt he would have come in if it was one of our designated student nights! Lol. The bar is in an area with a few student bars around, so we all had a couple of dedicated student nights, with special drinks offers, and louder music, and then on some of the other nights, when the other bars had their more popular student nights, instead of competing for what is technically a large yet limited (and financially lacking) audience, we would quieten things down and tailor ourselves to the non-student area of the community. Frankly, I preferred these nights, quieter, less work, less guys making drunken passes at me, and frankly, better tips! Lol
Note – to the non UK readership who may not understand the British student culture – the legal drinking age in the UK is 18, and the 18-21 year old university students often just go to Uni to get drunk seven nights a week rather than do any study whatsoever. The bars then play to this with cheap (yet often watered down) drinks promotions to encourage them and the binge drinking culture of the country!
So, it was a quieter night, a Wednesday I am told, although I wouldn’t have remembered that myself (spankings for blogslut coming up very soon I think!! :-/ lol), and J came in for a drink with a couple of friends, and it didn’t take him long to notice the stunningly beautiful blonde bombshell behind the bar! ;-p Luckily, her shift finished soon after and mine started! Hehe.
But in all seriousness, he claims he noticed me and thought there was something about me in the early minutes of walking into the bar. He came up and chatted to me whilst ordering some drinks at some point, and amazingly I do actually remember chatting to him that first night, which is shocking as I’d meet dozens of people each night when working there. (Does that get me off the hook from my spankings? No? Good, I was looking forward to them!! ;-p hehe).
I remember him looking sexy and suave in his sophisticated way, wearing a nice suit, with a casual shirt and no tie. And I remember his confident demeanour. And more than all of that, probably why I remembered talking with him, I remember his polite and fairly intellectual small talk, I remember him making eye contact, and I remember him complimenting me without looking at my chest. He complimented my high heel footwear, saying something along the lines of “you’re on your feet all night and yet you still have the capacity to look great in heels. I like your style!” He grinned as he walked away with his drinks. His comment was certainly different to the usual comments I often got at the bar – and it got my submissive butterflies fluttering a little, I must admit, probably as the start of my submissive tendencies years previously is what drove me to wear heels on a much more regular basis. His comment must have struck a chord though, to the point where a while later, when I noticed their glasses getting empty, I walked over to their table – clicking in my heels – to take their next order and then to take their drinks over to them. That’s not really standard practice where I worked, unless it was very, very quiet.
After this, he became a more regular frequenter of the establishment. An evening or two during the quieter weekday periods, coming in every so often during the early afternoon for a spot of lunch. We often chatted during his visits, especially when it was quiet, during the daytime, or when he came in by himself and just sat at the bar for an hour or so. It was like dating without the dates!
We found ourselves getting along very well, not to mention flirting quite heavily with each other. And he always complimented me on how I looked, or the way I was dressed. And I very much enjoyed the attention from this older, sophisticated, confident, and genuinely sexy man. After a couple of weeks when we started to learn each others schedules – he knew when I’d be at work so he could time his visits to see me, and I began to learn which days he might come in – I started to dress my best on the off chance he may come in. My best high heel shoes, during our flirty chats he mentioned how he adored women in stockings, so they became a staple of my attire on days I may see him too (even though he may never know – it was just my little sexy secret!), my tops and skirts would be sexy but classy, and my hair and make up would be done to the best of my ability.
After quite a few weeks of flirting, we got to the point where we knew things might end up going farther, so our chats became a little more personal, he’d ask what I was wearing under my top and skirt, and I’d tell him, without lying as I’d generally be wearing sexy underwear – which I do when I’m around guys I like, even if I have no intention of letting them see it! He loved me telling him about my stockings.
He then asked me if I owned a pair of seamed stockings – I was still playing the coy, hard to get angle, so I didn’t give him a straight answer, but he knew the answer was yes. So he told me he’d be in the next evening, and that I should wear them for him. The fact he said “for him” drove me wild with a secret excitement. And needless to say, I did as he asked – yes, we weren’t even an item yet and I was dressing to his request… and loving it!
So that next evening, he came in for a drink as he said he would, and I was wearing my seams, as he knew I would be. As he ordered his drink, and I turned around to get a glass, he glanced down and noticed my legwear. As I turned back, he looked at me with a grin and asked if they were stockings. I replied “what do you think”. To which he then said he wouldn’t know until he saw proof. He stared at me as my heart began to pound in my chest, I knew what he wanted me to do. “Show me” he stated. I looked at him and looked down, then looked at him, then looked all around. I had on a tight fitting knee length skirt, so what he wanted wasn’t an easy task to do in a bar. I signalled him to come around the side where there were less people, and he did, and as we both got there, I hiked my skirt up a little to reveal some stocking top and a glimpse of thigh. He smiled his infectious smile and rhetorically said “beautiful… you are a good girl aren’t you?”
About an hour later he was heading off, but not before he had another little request for me. “I’ll be in for lunch on Sunday” he said. “Feels like a short black dress and fishnet stockings kind of day to me!” he didn’t let me respond, he just said goodbye and walked away.
The feeling of that day, wearing something at his request, and flashing my stocking tops to him, meant that there wasn’t any real doubt in my mind that I’d adhere to his request.
So on that Sunday, I wore a short button up dress with fishnet stockings to work, and awaited his arrival. Early afternoon he came in, with a friend, for lunch. They sat down at a table, and it was fairly quiet, so to avoid anybody else serving them, I made a beeline for their table. We smiled at each other, and he looked at my attire approvingly, but we didn’t particularly chat as his friend was there with him. After I’d been to their table a few times to take them their drinks and food orders, they’d finished and his friend got up to go to the facilities. He signalled me over, and our first flirty chat of the day began. He complimented my outfit, and asked if I’d prove my full adherement as I had done last time. I flashed him again, this time much easier with the shorter, looser skirt. He smiled his validating smile, and as he saw his friend returning, he just placed a business card on the table and said “let me know where to pick you up from tomorrow at 7”. He stood up and left with a smile as I smiled back and picked up his card.
His confidence and presumptuous nature could have been considered a turn off, but not in this instance, not with him, it just seemed fitting, it seemed right, and his gentle but dominant tone didn’t make it seem cocky or arrogant in any way whatsoever.
I waited until the early afternoon of the next day to contact him (I didn’t want to seem too eager) – a text message giving him my address to pick me up from. A text message returned from him. “Something tight and short, black stockings, your highest heels” was all it read. It was all he needed to say to be honest, he had me in the palm of his hand already. It was funny how we’d never outright discussed D/s things, we had skirted around the issue, but nevertheless, we both seemingly knew the direction our relationship would be heading down.
And without going into full details of every date we had since then – that is pretty much the story of how Master J and I met, and how our relationship came about. Quite shocking that it wasn;t through a web-site really, although maybe I’m just a lucky one, as my main two bdsm / D/s relationships/experiences have come via real-life meets that just developed that way. All my online experiences were short, and more play-like rather than relationship-like.
Take care everybody – and have a great weekend. :-)
Friday, 27 July 2007
Tuesday, 17 July 2007
The Saturday Night Waitress
Hi everybody,
Apologies for the lack of blogs in the past week or so. Been a bit snowed under with work – but never fear, during those absent weeks of no blogs I will still be around, reading and commenting on others! :-)
A bit annoyed with myself at the moment, I wrote this whole blog out yesterday and then accidentally closed my window and lost it all. :-( Hopefully I’ll remember what I wrote and can be as inciteful and as witty as I was the first time around!! Lol
So, last time I said that I was going to talk about the “special treat Saturday” that Master J gave to me a few weeks back, so that is what the plan is today…
It was the week after my exams, so I had been a little “away from the scene” for a week or two, so I was very much looking forward to a good play/scene day, and I know J wanted to test my limits and boundaries and push me a little, test my submissiveness and obedience now that I was “back”.
Just to forewarn you about the rest of this entry though – I may flit between current and past events, depending on where my mind wanders as I write.
So I arrived at J’s house around lunchtime, and we had a fairly long play session during the afternoon, mainly involving me being tied to the bed whilst receiving what seemed like an endless amount of pleasure from his body and from various toys he chose to use upon me. Pleasure to the point where it became almost torturous.
Now under normal circumstances, this would purely be the basis for this entire blog entry, and I would go into much more detail. But this is just a blog entry, and not a book, so I have to cut it short as it’s not the part that I’m finding myself more inclined to write about today.
So after this torturous amount of pleasure, J stated that he had evening plans as a few of the guys were coming around for some drinks, a bite to eat, and maybe a movie or a few hands of cards, depending where the mood took everybody. “Okay” I thought, this was my cue to leave and let him get on with his evening. I was mentally preparing myself, getting out of slut mode, and ready to go home and back to “normality”, whatever that is!
“So we’d better get you ready, my slut. You’ll be our waitress for the evening!” he then said. His words both excited and scared me if I’m to be honest. Excited because it is a huge fantasy of mine to be a submissive and slutty waitress at the beck and call of a group of guys. Scared because I didn’t really know what was in store for me – me dressed up, a group of guys, would this turn into a gangbang or something? Was I ready for that?
To sum me up for those who don’t know me, which is pretty much everybody reading this, I’d like to think of myself as a good and obedient subslut – one on one I’m incredibly open minded, I am happy to serve by doing a large range of tasks that may border on embarrassment, humiliation, making me feel uncomfortable or awkward, and those tasks could be either public or private. I love that secret “owned” feeling that only other submissive people will ever really understand. However, when it comes to being shared, to giving myself to somebody other than my partner, whether it be at his request or not, I do have some issues. I’ve experimented lightly with this in the past, but nothing major. I don’t really know where the issues come from, and I would like to get over them at least to some degree – especially as I know J would like me to be more available to his desires in this way. But things take time.
Luckily, Master J isn’t an evil person, and is very sensitive to my wishes and boundaries. So this was never an issue. He explained the situation of my role in what was to happen, and set my outfit for the evening. I was to wear a pair of black fully fashioned seamed stockings, a black suspender (garter) belt, black 5” high heel shoes, and an incredibly small white lacy apron type thing that tied around my waist and only covered (although only just) my front lower half. No underwear as I was still earning back the luxury of underwear at this point. And my role would be to serve J and five of his more open minded, okay with his dominant lifestyle, friends. To be at their beck and call for all non-sexual requirements for the entire evening, but to be as slutty and sexual as possible whilst doing it.
So that was my Saturday evening task.
It just reminded me of an idea, or perhaps more of a wondering, that I once had though. I’ve just always wondered if there was a niche in the market for a group of sluttily or kinkily dressed attractive women to serve as professional party waitresses. Maybe I’m behind the times, maybe this already happens, I don’t know, just a weird wondering of my mind as I’ve done a lot of waitress work – regular waitress work I might add – in the past. Worked through Uni doing bar and waitress work, and anytime I’m between jobs it’s always something I can go back to and have a lot of fun with. Bar and waitressing work is actually an incredibly good job for a submissive or slightly exhibitionistic female for all the obvious reasons. Which reminds me, I should probably talk about how J and I first met, which was when I was working at a bar several months ago as I was taking a break from the dull and often oppressive world of office work. I’ll tell you all about that in a near future blog – I promise!
Back on topic - so that was our evening, I served them all for a few hours, bringing out the wine, the snacks, doing my sexiest walk as I walked by, lots of bending over, more than my fair share of leaning across people with my ample breasts and erect nipples dangerously close to their faces. Nothing overly new, in past work experiences I’ve done similar things – although usually with a few more items of clothing on. A girl’s got to earn her tips somehow!! ;-p
Everyone seemed to have a good time, a good laugh, and there were some definite trouser bulges and guys slipping away for a few minutes, which was an added thrill for me. Afterwards, myself and J discussed how the evening went, and which, if any, of my pre-conceived boundaries I felt more of a desire to cross, and which ones he’d particularly like to see me cross. The overall feeling of both of us was that we’d both may have been comfortable if things had gone a bit further – anywhere from just me performing things on him for the others viewing pleasure, to maybe getting the others involved to some degree, to me perhaps being at their disposal for more than just non-sexual requirements.
Master J has noted our discussion, and how he proceeds with that information is his choice now, I just have to be prepared for the fact that I’ve willingly agreed to go further. Will I regret that decision, or will it open up a whole new array of pleasurable possibilities? I can’t even tell you the answer to that one, so I will have to wait and see, and I will let you all know when I do!
That’s about it for today, I just want to thank everybody for all the comments you have left me on previous blogs, and also for the e-mails I’ve received. We do respond to all e-mails we get, and if you want a response from a specific one of us (either me or J), you can ask and we will do our best. So keep the e-mails coming, from words of encouragement, to general chat, to requests or suggestions, or whatever is on your mind. The addy is blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk as per usual. Also, commenting (anonymous and otherwise) is now enabled, or should be, sorry that this wasn't the case before - a settings mix up!
Bye for now. Blogslut xx
Apologies for the lack of blogs in the past week or so. Been a bit snowed under with work – but never fear, during those absent weeks of no blogs I will still be around, reading and commenting on others! :-)
A bit annoyed with myself at the moment, I wrote this whole blog out yesterday and then accidentally closed my window and lost it all. :-( Hopefully I’ll remember what I wrote and can be as inciteful and as witty as I was the first time around!! Lol
So, last time I said that I was going to talk about the “special treat Saturday” that Master J gave to me a few weeks back, so that is what the plan is today…
It was the week after my exams, so I had been a little “away from the scene” for a week or two, so I was very much looking forward to a good play/scene day, and I know J wanted to test my limits and boundaries and push me a little, test my submissiveness and obedience now that I was “back”.
Just to forewarn you about the rest of this entry though – I may flit between current and past events, depending on where my mind wanders as I write.
So I arrived at J’s house around lunchtime, and we had a fairly long play session during the afternoon, mainly involving me being tied to the bed whilst receiving what seemed like an endless amount of pleasure from his body and from various toys he chose to use upon me. Pleasure to the point where it became almost torturous.
Now under normal circumstances, this would purely be the basis for this entire blog entry, and I would go into much more detail. But this is just a blog entry, and not a book, so I have to cut it short as it’s not the part that I’m finding myself more inclined to write about today.
So after this torturous amount of pleasure, J stated that he had evening plans as a few of the guys were coming around for some drinks, a bite to eat, and maybe a movie or a few hands of cards, depending where the mood took everybody. “Okay” I thought, this was my cue to leave and let him get on with his evening. I was mentally preparing myself, getting out of slut mode, and ready to go home and back to “normality”, whatever that is!
“So we’d better get you ready, my slut. You’ll be our waitress for the evening!” he then said. His words both excited and scared me if I’m to be honest. Excited because it is a huge fantasy of mine to be a submissive and slutty waitress at the beck and call of a group of guys. Scared because I didn’t really know what was in store for me – me dressed up, a group of guys, would this turn into a gangbang or something? Was I ready for that?
To sum me up for those who don’t know me, which is pretty much everybody reading this, I’d like to think of myself as a good and obedient subslut – one on one I’m incredibly open minded, I am happy to serve by doing a large range of tasks that may border on embarrassment, humiliation, making me feel uncomfortable or awkward, and those tasks could be either public or private. I love that secret “owned” feeling that only other submissive people will ever really understand. However, when it comes to being shared, to giving myself to somebody other than my partner, whether it be at his request or not, I do have some issues. I’ve experimented lightly with this in the past, but nothing major. I don’t really know where the issues come from, and I would like to get over them at least to some degree – especially as I know J would like me to be more available to his desires in this way. But things take time.
Luckily, Master J isn’t an evil person, and is very sensitive to my wishes and boundaries. So this was never an issue. He explained the situation of my role in what was to happen, and set my outfit for the evening. I was to wear a pair of black fully fashioned seamed stockings, a black suspender (garter) belt, black 5” high heel shoes, and an incredibly small white lacy apron type thing that tied around my waist and only covered (although only just) my front lower half. No underwear as I was still earning back the luxury of underwear at this point. And my role would be to serve J and five of his more open minded, okay with his dominant lifestyle, friends. To be at their beck and call for all non-sexual requirements for the entire evening, but to be as slutty and sexual as possible whilst doing it.
So that was my Saturday evening task.
It just reminded me of an idea, or perhaps more of a wondering, that I once had though. I’ve just always wondered if there was a niche in the market for a group of sluttily or kinkily dressed attractive women to serve as professional party waitresses. Maybe I’m behind the times, maybe this already happens, I don’t know, just a weird wondering of my mind as I’ve done a lot of waitress work – regular waitress work I might add – in the past. Worked through Uni doing bar and waitress work, and anytime I’m between jobs it’s always something I can go back to and have a lot of fun with. Bar and waitressing work is actually an incredibly good job for a submissive or slightly exhibitionistic female for all the obvious reasons. Which reminds me, I should probably talk about how J and I first met, which was when I was working at a bar several months ago as I was taking a break from the dull and often oppressive world of office work. I’ll tell you all about that in a near future blog – I promise!
Back on topic - so that was our evening, I served them all for a few hours, bringing out the wine, the snacks, doing my sexiest walk as I walked by, lots of bending over, more than my fair share of leaning across people with my ample breasts and erect nipples dangerously close to their faces. Nothing overly new, in past work experiences I’ve done similar things – although usually with a few more items of clothing on. A girl’s got to earn her tips somehow!! ;-p
Everyone seemed to have a good time, a good laugh, and there were some definite trouser bulges and guys slipping away for a few minutes, which was an added thrill for me. Afterwards, myself and J discussed how the evening went, and which, if any, of my pre-conceived boundaries I felt more of a desire to cross, and which ones he’d particularly like to see me cross. The overall feeling of both of us was that we’d both may have been comfortable if things had gone a bit further – anywhere from just me performing things on him for the others viewing pleasure, to maybe getting the others involved to some degree, to me perhaps being at their disposal for more than just non-sexual requirements.
Master J has noted our discussion, and how he proceeds with that information is his choice now, I just have to be prepared for the fact that I’ve willingly agreed to go further. Will I regret that decision, or will it open up a whole new array of pleasurable possibilities? I can’t even tell you the answer to that one, so I will have to wait and see, and I will let you all know when I do!
That’s about it for today, I just want to thank everybody for all the comments you have left me on previous blogs, and also for the e-mails I’ve received. We do respond to all e-mails we get, and if you want a response from a specific one of us (either me or J), you can ask and we will do our best. So keep the e-mails coming, from words of encouragement, to general chat, to requests or suggestions, or whatever is on your mind. The addy is blogslut13@yahoo.co.uk as per usual. Also, commenting (anonymous and otherwise) is now enabled, or should be, sorry that this wasn't the case before - a settings mix up!
Bye for now. Blogslut xx
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