Meeting Milord (MDS Blogs, Part One)

I am now the happy slave and lover of milord Augustus, the Princeps Cyberius, but it was not always so.

I can't believe it's already been two year since we got together.

Here is how it happened.

Worth 1000 Words! DATE: May 08 2012, 4:11 am / MOOD: Impressed

I never realized posting a few old photos could have such a response!

It's kind of a turn on.

I must post MORE!

Fuck me? DATE: May 13 2012, 11:22 am / MOOD: Confused

During an exchange of comments regarding one of my photos, a man [NOTE: this was not milord Augustus] wrote that he would "very much like to fuck" me. I had gone so far as to type the reply that "a lady does not want to be 'fucked,' she wants to be made love to"; then canceled the reply when I realized that to reply this way would have been hypocritical. I realized I was incredibly turned on, and that it was caused by his declaration of his desire to "fuck" me.

Up until now, I'd assumed that if a man who I had just met in real life declared that he would "very much like to fuck" me, I'd have slapped his face and poured a cold drink in his crotch. Now I don't know how I would react. This site is certainly opening my eyes to things, but I'm not sure always in a good way.

Do Not Try this at Home? DATE: Jun 18 2012, 12:16 pm / MOOD: Curious

Wow. What a shock and a rush to come online here, click over to the "HOME" page, and find pictures of myself with an erect penis in my mouth! Let me tell you how this came to be. I hope no one will think me too foolish!

Because I had some inkling that I'm a natural submissive, I joined MyDungeonSpace on May 7 of this year to see what I might learn about the Lifestyle. I liked right away how I was approached and complimented by all kinds of men, but that rush quickly wore off. Most were just talkers, and never found the backbone necessary to take things beyond that. I may be new to this, but I knew that I didn't want a Dom who was not even confident enough to make the first move. At the other end of the spectrum, two guys were so overbearing that I simply couldn't stand it. One went so far as to declare he knew he'd be a good Master to me, and actually got insulting when I balked at immediately leaving school and relocating to Dallas to be come his slave.

Then I noticed a tiny little blog from a man saying he had redecorated his profile page. Out of curiosity, I looked, and was immediately intrigued by the personality it suggested. Elegant in its simplicity, and at first seemingly graced only with classic art, scrolling down it became shamelessly, and yet somehow still tastefully, pornographic. I immediately requested his friendship and was thrilled when he accepted.

I won't bore you with the details of our next several weeks correspondence. I will simply note that he always wrote and, once we went to video chat, spoke to me as a gentleman. He never imposed nude pictures of himself on me, nor requested nude pictures of me, even though I knew from his profile page and talking with him that he enjoyed such things. I began to worry he was just another talker, only more interesting and eloquent than the others.

Then last week he invited me to meet him at a big Six Flags theme park about half way between our respective hometowns. Finally, someone who made the first move, but was smart and sensitive enough to suggest we first meet in a public place. I immediately said I would meet him there.

We spent most of Friday at Six Flags, riding the rides, seeing the shows, and just enjoying each other's company. When suppertime came, he mentioned he "had taken the liberty" of making dinner reservations at a nearby sushi bar. Again, he suggested that I follow him in my car, so I would know I was safe.

Quite honestly, I already would have willingly gotten in his car with him. The restaurant was in the direction of my home, however, so not knowing how the night would end, it made sense for me to bring my car. That I might not be getting home that night first really sunk in when he turned off Highway 45 and I saw from the sign that the restaurant was in a fancy hotel. It was also then that I realized how incredibly horny the idea of walking into that hotel with him had made me.

Dinner was a wonderful blur of sashimi, sake, and sexual innuendo. Fairly early on he confirmed that he had indeed reserved a room in that hotel and hoped that I would stay the night with him. I did not even pretend to be coy. From that point on, I just wanted to get upstairs, but he purposely dragged out dinner, clearly to make me suffer in my need. More than a room, he'd gotten us a suite. I will not burden you with all the sweaty details, but as soon as we got inside it began a weekend of the best sex I have ever had. (The recently posted pictures of me giving him oral sex, which I mention at the start of this blog, was the very start of it all.)

Which brings us to the part that might get people mad at me. Saturday morning, he asked me if I wanted to spend the rest of the weekend with him. I made it clear there was nothing I wanted more. He then invited me to come with him up to his house near Milwaukee. He gave me the option of us spending another day in the suite, or even going to my apartment in Oak Park. He explained that his home was the most spacious, and thus most comfortable, of the three, and so if I was comfortable with the idea, it made the most sense to go there.

I did not hesitate. I agreed to let him take me to his home in another state. We left my car at in the hotel parking lot.

Was that stupid, or was I right to trust my instincts? Obviously, it tuned out fine, because I'm back at home, alone (and lonely) typing this. He drove me back down to the hotel late last night to get my car, and I drove back here from there.

Was I, and am I, being too reckless in trusting him so soon? He said he plans to have me visit him again soon. I'll go. I can't wait.

Proudly On Display DATE: Jun 21 2012, 2:32 pm / MOOD: Indifferent

If you happened to read my last blog, then you know that I spent this past weekend with a man I met through this site. We did many fun and interesting things together, both sexual and nonsexual. Our play included him taking photographs of me.

I knew he'd be posting them here (just as he has posted photos of other lovers), and I didn't object. He has also had those other lovers do blogs about how they felt about being put on display, and has now instructed me to do the same. Should I be embarrassed by all this? e posted two kinds of pictures of me. There were posed nudes. There was also a series of me giving him oral sex. The nudes are rather artistic. The others completely profane. I love the contrast.

I'm fully comfortable with my body. I really don't care if people see me nude. In fact, as I noted in my first blog, it was kind of a turn-on to have so many men responding so lustily to the first few old snapshots I posted here. Reading the comments that have been posted about me nude is an absolute thrill!!!

I will admit, on the other hand, that seeing photos of myself with a penis in my mouth was a bit of a shock the first time, but now they simply are what they are. After all, what's the big deal? Of course if I've spent a weekend with a man I'll probably have given oral sex. I did it because it's fun and because it pleased a man whom I already care for and with whom I spent an exciting and wonderful weekend. If people want to see what it looked like, I'm happy to let them see.

So, oddly enough, after reflecting upon it, the only emotion I find myself feeling about these photos is pride.

Very Excited DATE: Jul 05 2012, 3:49 pm / MOOD: Full of life

I just confirmed that I'm going to get to spend the weekend again with the Dom I visited last month. I like where this all seems to be heading!