I finally met my Sir. We met in LA last weekend. I was up visiting friends. I was nervous to say the least. Sir describes himself as a demisexual, which I had to google:
Okay, I think I understand. I’m not that way, but if I’ve learned anything in the last 56 years around the sun, it’s that everyone is different. My cock can rise to attention from anything I’m attracted to. His, apparently not; Intimidating, to be sure. When I was growing up. you were straight or you were bullied. There was no queer, no gender fluid, no anything but straight or there was something wrong with you. There was no room for other things. But as I understand it, if Sir didn’t feel an emotional bond, things were not going to go well. So, no pressure…. But, worst case scenario I met someone new, right?
I was absolutely not at my best. I had surgery a few days before, and while I didn’t think it would be a big deal, it was a big deal. I was uncomfortable to say the least, and things were a bit messy (okay, a lot). Not how I imagined meeting Sir, but I had made plans to see friends before I had to have surgery. I felt amazingly unattractive. In fact, I felt completely unattractive.
When we met, Sir had put on his gear. When I saw him, I saw the most attractive leatherman I have seen in ages. Some men can’t pull off gear. It wears them. Sir looks natural in his. And this is a massive turn on for me. My tongue was hanging out. We talked quite a bit, his dick was hard (I felt it), so I think I passed the first test. He calls me his pig. He knows I’m inclined to be a slave, but He’s not ready to go there, and I really respect and appreciate that. He’s taking it slow. I’ve leapt before I’ve looked before, and I’ve been hurt. He’s looking out for both of us.
We spent the day getting to know each other, but not before I got a present. Sir came on my cage and I wore it proudly the entire day. His impressive, thick ejaculate was left to dry on my cage so I could have him on me all day. For a locked sub, this was an amazing experience. Nothing emphasizes the difference like having a man cum on my cage.
We spent the day out and about, had dinner, and while I had planned on taking him out to the bars, I ended up calling it a night and crawling into bed early, which was fine by me as I was painful and needed to rest.
Sunday was a lovely morning. Before he had to head to the airport, I serviced Sir’s boots until he informed me that his cock was hard, and I immediately went to his crotch . He did not disappoint. We cuddled and kissed for a little afterwards. As He was getting ready to go to the airport, he grabbed my cage and said “mine”. I knew it was true. It’s his, if He wants it. As he was leaving, He told me he wanted me to belong to Him. OMFG. I melted. The rest of the day was spent with another friend whom I haven’t seen in ages, and it was nice to catch up and talk about what had just happened
We don’t live all that close, and we are both busy people, but I can’t wait to see and serve him again. I have longed to be owned again like that. I miss that D/s dynamic so much. He is taking His time, which I appreciate, but I think that maybe, finally, I’ve found a Sir I click with. I hope so. We’ll see. I’m waiting for His rules as to see how he assumes more control. I’m excited, for the first time in a while 😉