And so my first experience of kink was sitting on a park bench, wearing a mini-skirt with no panties on underneath, in the freezing cold night, whilst James* (a man I'd just met) slid his hand up underneath my mini-skirt and I began to shiver; partly from arousal, mostly from cold!
The relationship with James did not last long, a matter of weeks in fact. Because of school-work, my 'vanilla' relationship and his full-time job it was difficult to find the time to meet. Adding both of our living situations into the mix, me with parents and him with flat-mates, it was amazing we ever managed to do anything but chat over a pint! But we did; more commando trips to pubs, with James choosing my outfit for the night, a few more public play sessions, but always in the dark; a few years later found me 'upgrading' to shagging in a bush with my long-term boyfriend in broad daylight, whilst dog-walkers walked by! And, of course, my relationship with James was my first time, but definitely not the last, with an older man (albeit not as 'older' as some would turn out to be!)
As it turned out, the death knell for our relationship was my, somewhat unhealthy, obsession with vampires. The "Twilight" series had not long come out and I had become convinced, or convinced myself at least, that I was a vampire. I believed myself to be a more modern vampire, similar to the Cullens ("Twilight"), but one that definitely didn't glitter! And so, feeling I could trust my new Master, my new mentor, I confided in him, over drinks at the local, that I believed I was a vampire. I'm not sure what I hoped for out of this reveal; I think I just wanted to make it 'real.' But, naturally, he was incredulous and, when I insisted, became angry. Eventually he stormed off, with the parting line; "If you wanted to end things, Daphne*, you didn't have to make up some bullshit about being a vampire!"
And so began, and ended, my first Dom/sub relationship. And, shortly after, began a new one...
*names have been changed for privacy.
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