and 2 .- Dominions and Submissions. First Fantasy
Sunday, October 11th, 2009 And now, for neophytes like me, comes the trickiest part ... I am, if I want to get into that?. Master or submissive?. 
I asked the question, I answered out of the blue, without hesitation, submissive.
I liked the idea of being unable to make any decisions, not having to make any decisions. It is generally assumed that men are the ones who decide: get well, now you up now on all fours in front of the mirrored closet ... and women (or at least some) fall a bit short if they are not directed. And tentatively, very tentatively, down to eat, while watching to see if I go mad. They do not know whether or not to touch my ass ...
So in general, although not explicit, it was me (sometimes very driven, it must be said) who said what, how, when and where.
And made me horny to think that for once I should not take the first step, not the second ... that if he would tell me how submissive wear, where, what to do ...
But, meditating a bit, I'm not so sure.
I also like the idea of having nothing else to worry about than my own pleasure. In fact it is one of the things I like about the massages. She is there for me to reach my pleasure, in a preparation of almost an hour ... there do not worry about anything, the girl is an animated object are filled with oil hands sliding down my skin, hands in a given time come to life to give me pleasure. 
So a session in which I love is there to dislike either.
Now, of which begin? it used to be a master, I would like to be submissive for once.
and here is the first experience, I want to prove, that makes me fantasize that I set, let
One of these days I'm going to dinner with the person who introduced me to this.
We left at other times, we talked a lot, sex, habits of me and her, everything divine and the human lot.
But we have not touched. I tried, though without much conviction, largely because it assumes that men must take the first step. And I have departed with fondness, but I have strayed.
That's the situation ... I suppose that, given the ongoing sexual friendship we have, one day, she decides, we will begin.
But it could be at the next exit, which makes five ... 
So I have proposed to extend the game of "yes but no", with its subdued for the next time we go out together.
So she may choose not to be touched, and is simply a dinner of friends with your hands to yourself, or you can say stop at this corner, and touch your pants empálmate through, but I not look at me, or you can say eat me a little, five minutes, and short, which I generated a pain in the ass of prognosis (that, too, will the game).
And I can not know what will be your choice ... I'll never know if the next corner I ask you to stop the car and to kiss your feet, all toes, like a dick, or will the next curve, and the next , and the next, until we get home, and give me a chaste kiss on the cheek.
It makes me horny to think that I'll never know until you left at home, which has decided
