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to my bones, even if I don’t have a lot of real-world experiences. But hey, I knew I loved shoes long before I bought my first pair of Jimmy Choos.
It’s more about finding out how I’m submissive. What makes me tick. What I like and dislike, what kind of qualities I’m looking for in a man and a dom, to what degree I’m comfortable being dominated—do I need a full-time arrangement, or just a man who can hold me down on occasion? It’s all about exploring my wants versus needs and getting down to the nitty-gritty of my submissive side.
Let’s call it The Dom Project.
Now that I’ve gone over the Why, I thought maybe I’d get a little bit into the How. As professionals J and I are both familiar with the idea of project management, although his conception of goal organization is a little...looser than mine. So we ironed out a basic project management type structure that should suit us both, as well as a more traditional (at least in the BDSM sense) one-month contract. And when I say worked, I mean it. Long, hard, not particularly sexy work. I’d show you readers the contract, but I’m afraid you’d fall asleep halfway through the anal clause.
The basic structure is, we’ll be meeting up three times a week for “sessions” incorporating various aspects of BDSM play, all planned and orchestrated by J. I asked him if he’d be willing to write up a list of milestones with completion dates and he gave me the bug eyes, so I’m putting aside my starry-eyed dreams of a BDSM-themed day planner and going in blind. I’m just going to have to trust that there’s a method to J’s madness. He knows my hard and soft limits, though, so whatever he plans, it won’t be anything I’m off-the-bat uncomfortable with. And of course I can safeword at any time.
There’ll be no sex. At least for me. On one level, it’s a limit to keep our friendship from getting, well, messy. The no-sex rule is going to be a hardship, sure, but it also holds a kind of twisted appeal for me. Chastity. Control. Denial. That’s on the list of milestones, along with Service, Restraint, Pain, Exhibitionism, Role-play, Voyeurism and Etiquette. Outside of our sessions, he’ll be taking full advantage of his freedom with other people, while I’ll be forced to wait for release. If I can’t take it, we’ll break or renegotiate the contract, no harm done. Except for the part where I’m back to square one.
I might not “pass” every milestone, but by the end, I’ll have more confidence, more self-knowledge. I’m iffy on Chastity—straddling the fence, you might say—but some of these other milestones are very, very appealing in and of themselves. Service, for example. Yes, please, thank you! I already know I’m into Pain—at certain levels and in certain contexts. I’m Picky, after all. I do love a good caning and I’ll admit it—even though our relationship has been platonic up to this point, you best bet I’ve noticed that J has the arms for it.
So over the coming month, I’ll be writing here about each of our planned thrice weekly sessions, basically laying it all out for your enjoyment and hopefully my illumination.
We’re both concerned about privacy, but you already know I’m also a show-off. So you might see a photo accompanying my reports—cropped discreetly, of course. In the meantime, here’s an instructional video on how to spit-shine leather boots. I’ll be studying it carefully as part of my upcoming duties. Service!
Love,
The Picky Submissive
Chapter Five
“Hi,” John said as he opened the door for her. He looked the same as always. His voice wasn’t particularly growly. When she stepped into his apartment, it seemed familiar, even smelled familiar—citrusy wood cleaner and the faintly oily smell of John’s cooking.
Her skin felt warm and flushed. She resisted the impulse to dart to the bathroom and check her reflection. But no, she was
It’s more about finding out how I’m submissive. What makes me tick. What I like and dislike, what kind of qualities I’m looking for in a man and a dom, to what degree I’m comfortable being dominated—do I need a full-time arrangement, or just a man who can hold me down on occasion? It’s all about exploring my wants versus needs and getting down to the nitty-gritty of my submissive side.
Let’s call it The Dom Project.
Now that I’ve gone over the Why, I thought maybe I’d get a little bit into the How. As professionals J and I are both familiar with the idea of project management, although his conception of goal organization is a little...looser than mine. So we ironed out a basic project management type structure that should suit us both, as well as a more traditional (at least in the BDSM sense) one-month contract. And when I say worked, I mean it. Long, hard, not particularly sexy work. I’d show you readers the contract, but I’m afraid you’d fall asleep halfway through the anal clause.
The basic structure is, we’ll be meeting up three times a week for “sessions” incorporating various aspects of BDSM play, all planned and orchestrated by J. I asked him if he’d be willing to write up a list of milestones with completion dates and he gave me the bug eyes, so I’m putting aside my starry-eyed dreams of a BDSM-themed day planner and going in blind. I’m just going to have to trust that there’s a method to J’s madness. He knows my hard and soft limits, though, so whatever he plans, it won’t be anything I’m off-the-bat uncomfortable with. And of course I can safeword at any time.
There’ll be no sex. At least for me. On one level, it’s a limit to keep our friendship from getting, well, messy. The no-sex rule is going to be a hardship, sure, but it also holds a kind of twisted appeal for me. Chastity. Control. Denial. That’s on the list of milestones, along with Service, Restraint, Pain, Exhibitionism, Role-play, Voyeurism and Etiquette. Outside of our sessions, he’ll be taking full advantage of his freedom with other people, while I’ll be forced to wait for release. If I can’t take it, we’ll break or renegotiate the contract, no harm done. Except for the part where I’m back to square one.
I might not “pass” every milestone, but by the end, I’ll have more confidence, more self-knowledge. I’m iffy on Chastity—straddling the fence, you might say—but some of these other milestones are very, very appealing in and of themselves. Service, for example. Yes, please, thank you! I already know I’m into Pain—at certain levels and in certain contexts. I’m Picky, after all. I do love a good caning and I’ll admit it—even though our relationship has been platonic up to this point, you best bet I’ve noticed that J has the arms for it.
So over the coming month, I’ll be writing here about each of our planned thrice weekly sessions, basically laying it all out for your enjoyment and hopefully my illumination.
We’re both concerned about privacy, but you already know I’m also a show-off. So you might see a photo accompanying my reports—cropped discreetly, of course. In the meantime, here’s an instructional video on how to spit-shine leather boots. I’ll be studying it carefully as part of my upcoming duties. Service!
Love,
The Picky Submissive
Chapter Five
“Hi,” John said as he opened the door for her. He looked the same as always. His voice wasn’t particularly growly. When she stepped into his apartment, it seemed familiar, even smelled familiar—citrusy wood cleaner and the faintly oily smell of John’s cooking.
Her skin felt warm and flushed. She resisted the impulse to dart to the bathroom and check her reflection. But no, she was
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