Catwoman's Lair

Realizing that she could no longer hide from her dominant nature one woman had (I can hear Fred Astaire singing it) beginner’s luck:

By now I was in my 30′s and I was older and emboldened by my experiences. I started to Domme him online, writing a story about what I’d do to him and he’d sit at his computer, nude from the waist down. After I’d finished writing, I’d give him permission to masturbate. It was a very positive first experience and after months of this, I announced to him that I was wanted more, something in real time. I researched the local scene and found a play party that seemed to welcome single females. I was so nervous when I went to the store to get my ticket. There were some people there at the time. I met them and they were wonderful, answering all my questions. Having met them, I was more at ease about the party.

The night of the party, I marched right up to the door and into the place. As soon as I got through the door I thought “I gotta get out of here!” A guy with a platinum blonde pompadour bought me a drink and we made small talk. He was a sub and very pleasant but I could not settle down. I was so nervous, I never took off my coat. I nursed my drink thinking of a way to leave without being noticed – I felt stuck because I’d just gotten there. Thinking of an exit plan, I was about five minutes from walking out when the hostess introduced herself and struck up a conversation. She said she’d find someone to show me around. She returned with this gorgeous muscled thing on a leash and black leather. Upon seeing him, I thought several things at once: 1) Now that’s what I’m talking about! 2) Is he here with someone? 3) Screw it, he’s Mine Mine Mine!! 4) Hold on, I know him. It was like being hit by lightning.

Before that party, I’d last seen slavekal 25 years ago at the elementary school we both attended.

Catwoman’s Lair

Originally posted 2006-10-26 13:25:04. Republished by Blog Post Promoter