I am a storyteller by nature. I thought a story might help illustrate what I’m looking for better than just a list of desires. This is just a fictional story. The details will be different, but I feel it accurately represents how past partners have described their feelings.

The Journey

As they sat across from each other, casually chatting about one topic after another she thought about how easy it was. The conversation flowed so naturally. He seemed to genuinely understand her. This was their second date. The first one was just as natural. She left feeling excited and hopeful for this one and the next. He was vaguely flirtatious, but respectful and not overly sexual. Which caused her to respect him, but also to crave a bit more flirtation.

He had insisted on the first two dates being in public and contain no power exchange. They would arrive and leave separately. She felt cared for and respected. Through their text and phone conversations they had discussed what they both were into. Similar things mostly. He had decades of experience and was into nearly everything. He seemed open to growing the dynamic organically based on their shared interests. He actually understood her interests in a very practical and real sense.

So far she had been impressed by him. Intelligent, emotionally as well as in general. He was kind and understanding. He was also incredibly kinky. When they did discuss their mutual kink interests he spoke about them with ease and depth. She felt like she would be safe in his hands even while he was doing all the painful and degrading things they had discussed. He talked about consent and safety. She felt so turned on by him despite their conversations not being overly sexual.

Two weeks later they agreed to meet at his house to play. A three story old house. After meeting his three cats, sitting on the couch and talking he asked if she was ready to play. Excitedly she said yes. He got up and took her in hand. The lead her up to the attack. A creepy and yet somehow inviting space. It was setup as a play space. When they reached the top of the stairs he embraced her. He leaned in and kissed her.

She kissed him back, indulging in his passion. His hands slowly began to roam. They massaged her back, her waist, and then her ass. He released her, stepping back to take her in. She began to undress, wanting to please him. As she did he watched her. Devouring the sight of her. Within seconds her clothes were in a pile on the floor. She felt exposed, in a good way. He was still dress and the juxtaposition made her body tighten.

He walked to a small table, never taking his eyes off of her. He pulled a bundle of rope from a pile. He brought it back to her naked body. She watched him unfurl it expertly. He rounded her and began wrapping. Within a minute she was fully bound, attached to a beam above her head for safety. He kissed her deeply again while he stroked her hair and caressed her skin.

She fell deeply into subspace as he hurt her, humiliated her, and brought her to multiple orgasms. By the time he brought her down and untied her she was a puddle of tears and cum. He held her tightly as she slowly came back to earth, kissing her softly and telling her how beautiful she was and how wonderful she’d done.

She was happy he had started with a more straight-forward scene compared to some of the more elaborate scenes they had discussed. CNC and longer term scenes needed more trust. Despite feeling very trusting it was good they started off slow.

After several hours and meal she felt well enough to go home. He had offered the spare bedroom, but was not pushy at all. On the ride home she noticed two texts from him. When she got home she checked her phone. He had sent a message saying how much fun he’d had and a second requesting a message back when she arrived home. She smiled and wrote back, saying she was home and that she had enjoyed their time together as well.

They spent the evening texting. The next morning she awoke to a message from him. “Good morning, beautiful!” She texted back and they spent the day messaging. He offered to call her if she was feeling droppy at all.

Over the next few months they began to get closer and closer. Their first argument was over in less than a minute. He apologized for a miscommunication. He took responsibility and explained what he had meant. He asked how she might want him to communicate it better in the future. She felt refreshed communicating on such a level.

The more they got to know each other the closer they became. He wasn’t perfect. He had flaws and he knew it. He admitted them. He kept them at a pace that she felt comfortable with. Never introducing anything before they had built up the necessary trust. Even when he wanted her scared and suffering there was always an undercurrent of safety. She could let herself feel those intense feelings only because she trusted him. She could feel the love he felt for her and she could see it in all of his actions.