- BDSM
- Seeking Peace Ch. 01
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Click hereHe lays me face down on the padded top of the bench and begins massaging a soothing ointment into my trembling legs and feet. I begin to say something but he hushes me, telling me to wait a few more minutes to gather my thoughts and return to this reality. I'm not quite sure what he means when he says 'this reality' but I cannot deny that I had entered into some other space, a calmer space of acceptance. After a few minutes of massaging my legs and feet begin to feel less like soggy sausages and more like legs.
He then turns me onto my back and, taking up a different tube of ointment, begins to gently massage my genital area from where my bush used to be all the way past my ass hole. I think this is the first time I've been touched in such an intimate place with no sexual intent, and certainly no sexual reaction on my part. The ointment feels wonderfully cooling and soothing, and I find myself marveling at the gentle but certain touch of his hands. I had looked at his hands during our first meetings, I'm sure he works with his hands because they are calloused, with rough and hard skin. Yet his skin feels as gentle as the skin of a baby and his soothing touch feels of exquisitely controlled strength.
The assured hands massaging my most private areas prompts me to begin talking about my pony ride experience, and I begin chattering away. He listens while he massages me, then asks if I can summarize my experience in one sentence. I stammer, stop, and try again. He smiles and says: "no hurry, I can wait for it. Shall we meet for coffee later this week and talk about it?"
"Yes, Sir," I replied, "and I want to think a lot more about how much I like the calm place I went to when I quit fighting you and your pony."
As we looked through his box of clothing for me to find something to wear home (I settled on sweats) he pressed a memory drive into my hand, saying: "here are the pictures I took, at some point you will figure out that taking photos of you was a massive mind-fuck designed to make you realize the enormity of submitting to a relative stranger. I hope the lesson soaks in, if you wish we can talk about that during our coffee later this week."
- COMMENTS
Shysub412over 9 years agoA lovely piece of writing, I was hooked from the first line!
I agree with Dutch girl that I was left wondering just how submissive she was, you portrayed the emotions excellently.
My only problem was the lack of a safe word, this is a necessity in any D/s activity even for the most experienced of subs.
I loved the chapter though and eagerly await the continuation.
Thank you.
Chilcootover 9 years agoAuthorMel, your words are very encouraging! This is my maiden voyage as an author, I'm a storyteller but not a writer, so it was so very encouraging to read your comment soon after I posted the story. Like the real person that 'nancy' is based on, she is indeed a game gal and I am proud to call her mine.
Califdaphne, thank you for your comment. You caught me on the realism, this story is loosely based on fact. Sort of a 'composite submissive' fused from many people in my life. Yes, there are more chapters as 'nancy' becomes more and more involved in the lifestyle.
Dutchgirl82, you see very clearly the major point of this first chapter. And, like the 'nancy' in what passes for real life, this is the story of a person's journey into the BDSM lifestyle, including (I hope) a lot of the misgivings and fears.
Dutchgirl82over 9 years agoI agree, this is a great story, especially in how it drives home the risk involved. You have to be so careful when you want to 'find out more, find out for real'.
I love how despite that, the story also gave me a minor mindfuck. I was fooled into thinking she was actually not submissive, that she had too much 'o shit this is not what I want' for her desire to be real. And although I still am not sure, since the submitting wasn't heartfelt and the humilition or pain didn't do anything for her, she did find that peace, that calm place.
I hope there will be more chapters.
califdaphnealmost 10 years agoOne of the more realistic stories I have read. I hope there will be more chapters.
