“You’re not difficult, just specific.” The words sent chills and waves of pleasure through my body. In 20 sexual partners since beginning my exploration of sex and kink, you were the first to figure out how to make me cum legitimately. I didn’t have to pretend. I didn’t have to perform. I didn’t have to make it happen myself. Somehow you figured out the combination to the lock that nobody else had. You lay there beside me as I basked in the moment, your fingers still carrying the scent of my cunt. 

Our first exchange had taken over a year to develop. I first noticed you in the cigar lounge at a popular event. You appeared to be taken so I only allowed myself to look a little. Upon that first notice, however, I couldn’t stop noticing you the remainder of the event. It was as though my eyes had been trained to you. At the end of the event I turned to find myself face to face with you and your partner looking to introduce yourselves to me. After a congenial exchange I shrugged my normal aloofness and confessed that I found you very attractive. It was one year later that you approached me to negotiate some scenes at the next event.

That first scene was something that had never previously appealed to me much - breath play in a pool. But what ensued I couldn’t have planned for. With each dunk I became increasingly immersed in subspace. Until the final dunk when I begged you for just one more. You obliged, and upon raising up again I was yours. You could have done anything to me at that moment. You could have drowned me or taken me and either way I would have been consumed with pleasure and a desire to please. “I want you. I want you. Please just kiss me.” Again, you obliged and we had to force ourselves to stop. Of course there was some naughty student/principal play later in the event. But the topper was the final scene in the cigar lounge. Finally, I had my opportunity to participate in the service play I had witnessed for years.  Finally I matched with someone I WANTED to serve, WANTED to please, WANTED to fuck. I bathed your boots with my tongue, making sure to wet the bottoms as well. You placed your thumb in my mouth and controlled the movements of my head activating the subspace swoon. You had taken pointers from friends of mine prior to our engagement so you knew what would get me purring. For me it was when you grabbed me by my throat and gripped the back of my head only to throw me to the ground and step on my chest with your boot. The scene ended in giggles.

Over the course of the following days and weeks we spent hours in discussion of our wants and needs. You wanted a true authority transfer; a life partner that would be your possession in every sense. Could I do it? I knew I wanted an authority transfer in some sense, but a lifetime of trauma made it difficult to release control. Could I trust another person to truly choose better for me than I could myself? In the world of kink you were exactly what I had been looking and waiting for. You didn’t need to spend all of our interactions fucking the shit out of me and abusing my cervix. You could take your time and build my desire. You were also smarter than me. Historically it had been difficult to find someone that could truly match or supersede my own intelligence.

Our next interaction after unlocking my orgasms was even more intense. I sat, kneeling before you. You looked down on me as you stimulated me with your toe to the point just before orgasm and then left me there at the precipice, waiting for release. You smirked as I waited, hoping for more. I felt vulnerable and exposed but those sensations were eclipsed by the anticipation.

Outside of these steamy exchanges, you took care of me in a way no person had prior. I told you of my dietary restrictions and life goals and you held me to them. You closely examined my plan for paying off my debt, instructing me on how my plan would change and become a higher priority if we were to share a life together as Master and slave. 

Never before had I felt such sustained desire for a partner after engaging in sex. Our kinks matched perfectly and I longed to be at your feet. Never before had I been able to imagine so clearly a future that included total authority transfer. I longed to call you Master. I longed for you to train me to your liking. For the first time I could imagine my desire building in a way that gave you total control and access to my pleasure at your pleasure. I could imagine it being a tool for positive reinforcement conditioned responses.

Kinks I had previously considered mundane began to elicit new sensation and meaning. Wax play, for example, was more than enough now. Public scenes were no longer a show but a simple exchange. I belonged to someone I wanted to follow. You had an air of quiet sophistication; you were reserved most of the time - until it was time for a scene and you would turn on. Your commands were also quiet, but decided and unwavering. 

My fantasies began to change. No longer were they faceless. They had a face. They had your face.