I still wonder what made him message me on that site. There was nothing there to indicate that I was in search of a Dominate male or exploring my submissive side, yet here he was #MisterControl, telling me how erotic the picture of my neatly painted red lips were. I chose to use a picture of my full lips as my profile picture to gage the intelligence levels in the comments from men. As I suspected, 90% of the reactions were about oral sex (no surprise, my lips are beautiful). But with this man, I knew right away he was different. I immediately responded to him with “Thank you Sir”. I still don’t know why, but it just seemed right.
At 46, I have been married 27 years. My husband and I have a great relationship most of the time. When my sex drive kicked into super high gear and we discussed the issue, we discovered that the thought of me having sex with other men turned him on. He didn’t want to participate, only to hear about my adventures, see pictures and maybe videos. This worked well for us, and being the adventurous type that I am, I took full advantage of the opportunity. I had a few well-chosen friends that I would get together with on a regular basis. Yet there was still something missing. I wasn’t sure what, but I still didn’t quite feel the satisfaction one should have being in my situation. A visit with a long time friend one day brought to light a deep desire that I didn’t even know existed. During one of our very heated sexual encounters, he reached up and gently placed his hand around my neck. My body exploded violently almost immediately. I knew then what was missing. I was consumed for days with the thought of this masculine hand on my neck while climaxing and the mere thought kept me, well, more than aroused to say the least. I had to learn why.
It was a month later that I met #MisterControl. During that time I had begun to google search alternative sex and things of that nature to no avail. I wasn’t quite sure what direction to begin my research. Then enters #MisterControl. He explained it all without having to explain a thing. After only a few a conversations I wanted this man inside me with his hand on my neck. I wanted, no needed to be dominated by this man. As we chatted and he talked about what he was looking for, my mind began to race. I was hooked on the thought of belonging to him. Now being the over-achiever that I tend to be, I read everything I could find on submissive and Dom/sub relationships. Thinking this would prepare me for what I was about to embark on. That was my first mistake, no two relationships are ever the same. There are basic guideline and safety rules one should follow, yes, but the relationship is ALWAYS different. I made it known from the beginning that submissiveness was somewhat of an illusion for me. That because of my upbringing and circumstances in life, I wasn’t sure I could be submissive to any man ever. But I was willing to try for him. I still don’t know why I chose him. I just knew that when we talked I lit up like a Christmas tree and felt like a teenager all over again. I wanted to please him. We chatted for a brief period, but when I saw him for the very first time and looked in his eyes, I fell in love over coffee.